Daniel Greenwood

The language of leaves

Posts from the ‘Poetry’ category

House of herons-1



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

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Valleys and hills-1

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

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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

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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

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