Sonnet (Bus To Dungeon Ghyll).

Sonnet, woven over poets’ weekend,

to birdsong, kisses, blue socks, caresses;

long baths, silk scarves and Lichtenstein dresses.

Vacate the room by eleven a.m.

On honeymoon sheets. The duvet is penned

by second breakfast: Zimmerman verses;

the cadence of their kitchen voices.

Bend the bow, release; villanelle ascend

the roads and bridges of Northumbria.

Greetings from Alnmouth. Greetings, I will

send letters, almost rhyming couplets,

odes to Durham, Hexham, Edinburgh.

Five rivers, and the bus to Dungeon Ghyll.

Woven over poets’ weekend: sonnet.

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