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.