Author: Daniel Greenwood
Photography: The Carpathians, Romania

The Cheek Mountains, Transylvania
Poetry: House of herons

Imagine if swifts flew through
the empty tunnels of the underground,
if herons trod through the house of commons,
if nightingale sang from the stands
of the Oval, just imagine
what people would say
I don’t think they’d notice.
Maybe the politicians would shriek
and shrivel up in their seats
calling war, terror, personnel error!
‘Imagine! If a big eel stalking
egret could get in here
anyone can and anyone will.’
Herons: aspiring terrorists,
I always knew there was something
dodgy about them.
© Daniel James Greenwood 2015
Photography: The Bavarian Alps

Poetry: The valleys and hills
The diptera’s wings
the low boil of an aircraft
the scribbling of this pen
on this paper
and the flutter
of the opposite page.
All that is without sound:
the valleys and hills
the glaciers created
the small spots
of trees in leaf
in the bright fields
the white butterfly
searching golden grasses
nettles and even me
for somewhere
to scatter its seed
© Daniel James Greenwood 2015
For John Corr of Mayo, Eire
Poetry: Reed warbler
Reed warbler song
etched with green daggers,
elongated spears of leaves,
deep in the shadowy murk of
wet stems and skins:
a songburst like a child’s
rattle, but just one phrase
breaks into the alder-
leaden air, into willow bows,
extended over a pond fed by the
Regent’s Canal.
© Daniel James Greenwood 2015





