FLOTSAM DOWN THE OUSE

For Hazel

Hold my hand
At the Heart of Reeds
Lay down in Winterbourne stream

We join the Ouse as flotsam
The harsh cut through Cliffe
Watch the jackdaws against the white

The outgoing tide gathers us
As flotsam we pass under the A27
Entangled Poo sticks

Snipe call above the road drones
And a train clacks
Virginia filled her pockets with stones
A full lifetime ago

There’s a tangle at the swing bridge
Kingston Escarpment and Iford Hill bear witness
The grip is lost
A variation of a theme - dread 

You kiss me
Misgivings diminish
Warm arms embrace under the duvet

There has only ever been, and will always only be, now

Ouse
Further Works

Hildur Guðnadóttir – Opaque