Saturday, 6 February 2016

Poem 2016 / 022

High Collars

dripping through bare branches
churning the mud
scattering pollen
from the first touch of ash flowers.
Snowdrops dashed
hoop-skirted children labour in mud
while beneath the shelter
of yew and holly
a bed of dry leaves,
skeletons of needles to discourage loitering.

Shaking water from fur coats
old ladies with muddy bellies
tramping through thickets
smelling the latest news.

© Rachel Green 2016


BT said...

I really enjoyed this. Especially the last two lines and particularly 'smelling the news'. Outstanding.

Rachel Green said...

Thank you :)

Dogs, of course