I’m in the process of editing a third booklet of poems. It takes me something like 2-4 years to get one finished because things need to be left to cool and develop, you need time away from it. I have a ghost document of poems that don’t quite fit in. This is one about a walk on the South Downs between Firle and Itford in June 2019.
I really thought this one would work with the collection, but something changed and it’s going free.
As I progress towards finishing the third booklet, I’ll post some more of those which won’t be in it. Definitely interested in your views on them.
Mount Caburn is an Iron Age hillfort (which is no longer there).
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Heavy metal orchids Barren Downs broken by sea tropical blue and the sinking hint of chalk reef Newhaven onion dome and brown lagoon toy town train services honking on approach up here you all look like ants who have gained human traits a thirst for farming more than aphids up here skylarks translating the silence of masts stood in muted alarm heavy metal orchids so rare they’re padlocked in barbed wire cages at Lewes the ramparts of Mount Caburn like a bowl cut but you promised the reality was far more blood-soaked Ouse water a concrete slow worm with seaweed on the side and rusting iron cranks crawling with a sea of red spider-mites hare barely breaking barley her winging blues and tortoiseshells the wooden bridge where the crow begs a toll like a child © Daniel James Greenwood 2020