Poetry: House of herons

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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

Poetry: The valleys and hills

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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

Rye Books

I’m really pleased to say that you can now buy my poetry booklet I am living with the animals at Rye Books in East Dulwich, London. Rye Books is an independent bookshop run by Alastair, a brilliant bookseller with, from my experience, a particularly good understanding of natural history and nature writing literature.

They also run excellent talks and book events, most recently a book signing by local filmmaker Richard Ayoade.

Rye Books

45 Upland Road

London

SE22 9EF

www.ryebooks.co.uk

https://twitter.com/Rye_Books

Daniel

I am living with the animals

Poetry book

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I am living with the animals

I am living with the animals is my first collection of poems, self-published in October 2014. It is 34 pages long and has 21 poems in it.

The poems were thought of and written whilst in places as far apart as urban south London, the mountains of northern Spain, the highlands of Scotland and the Norfolk and Dorset countryside. It was started in 2011.

Nature is everywhere in our lives and is intrinsically linked to our own well-being and existence. I hope you like nature more after reading some of these.

The cover illustration is by Henrietta MacPhee

To buy a copy in the UK for £3.50 (inc. P&P), click here.

To buy a copy in continental Europe for £4.90 (inc. P&P) click here.

Thank you,
Daniel

The sound of ravens

Exmoor 10

 

On the moor we peer

Down into the fields,

Gorse hedges like

Shaven sideburns,

 

Small yellow pea flowers

Greet us. In the valley,

The sound of ravens

Carries, their voices

 

Meet us on the road,

Never their shape.

The inner-life of the

Moor is a little croak

 

From a big crow:

Kronk, kronk,

Kronk.

© Daniel James Greenwood 2013

Nettles








I watch the nettles in the garden,

Moved by the mercy

Of a heat-wave gust,

Holly blue blown into sky

Like petals to sea.


Stinging nettles, to shake

The stems with my fist,

Touch the new tips,

It’s hot agony,


A pain known to children,



Accepted as a given –

Where people lay their

Bed sheets, nettles walk.



Dreadlocks of cream seed let

Out puffs into the August

Air, faint as smoke

Or perfume,


Never letting wind burst the casings,



This a release of the

Stinging nettle’s making.