On Hudnall Common
written by: Julian Mann
Before now,
I did not understand
The moon was alone.
But all evening I have been standing in heavy grasses
That patiently soak my thin shoes,
Shadows move quickly
Across the surface.
Deer of the moon,
Your brothers are the dark heaven-praising
Branches of groves
That graze commons;
And when they run in they
Become forest.
It is dusk fear: Whatever I bring,
Trailing into this meadow
From settled places.
I look down,
Everything is washed in it.
And the last that the dark sees
Is a thrush’s face.
Even that is nothing.
Now I draw to my face the sweet white
Wool sweater,
When I lost so many springs ago
A nest of your hair, making me weep,
In a secret garden.
31, from Buckinghamshire, England. Edits Jumper Poets Press - a poetry journal on Instagram.
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