Read a Poem

High Nowhere

I. rain

In High Nowhere now, a wind is blowing.
The dry, unripened acorns fall too soon

but tonight fresh rain is bending every frond.
Each dangles its bead of light. I lean on the parapet

and such is chance, the river spins me a kingfisher,
a sudden pulsing curve of peacocked flight.

II. blackberry

In High Nowhere now a magpie lies
crisped among blackberries, dark claws clenched.

Its empty eye is clean and full of sun.
Its dulling feathers dredged with dander.

I lift it off the path, see all its layers of light, its
hollowed melanosomes left to glitter in the hedge.

III. sheep

In High Nowhere now I walk southwest
into the wind. Which hushes in the birches.

The open hill collects its crying lambs
re-gathers them, returns them to their dams

while hunched and dark erratics shed the wind
like heavy tail-turned beasts above the track

IV. estuary

In High Nowhere now the tide is out.
I lengthen stride and jump a brackish stream.

High water’s hooked dark bladderwrack on barbs.
There’s flash of oystercatcher wings.

The oak woods dangle leaves above the swell
though salt cuts at their roots. A robin starts to sing.

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Here are some of my ‘High Nowhere’ poems, these four having been published in Finished Creatures issue 5. The poems are part of my forthcoming third collection.