Jackdaws & Witches (audio)

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Jackdaws & Witches

jackdaws & witches tapping

watches, stripping you to the bone.

some still can’t say your name

without stretching all the wrong vowels.

i hear your voice

i’m ankle-deep in bluebells.

my red penknife unfolds.

i’m scratching your initials.

trapdoors every monday morning,

cornflowers, my boots are soiled.

the grey birds, they are clapping

the pear tree in the orchard.

there is no noise

beyond the kitchen window.

the water boils

my shadow

on this table, spills.

ghost ships in the bay

like playthings.

i’m on a hill

in a faux greek temple.

you’re in the cold cloud,

close to heaven.

and on a beach

the waves keep falling

down, so slowly.

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23 thoughts on “Jackdaws & Witches (audio)”

    1. Thank you, Kate.
      You know, I’ve been able to put a voice to several bloggers I follow these last few months. Each one on first hearing made me automatically smile:) – with (and at that) gobsmacking surprise and immediate rush of recognition; a familiarity. Nice.
      x

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      1. I’ve had a similar experience lately, with voices and music being posted. A couple were very surprising, yours not so much for some reason – more quickly familiar, more like how I hear your writing in my head anyway. 🙂

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