Bramber on Ostara

Fern tongues unfurl

licking vernal air

verges roll and unfold, labouring

lencten blooms

verdant abundance

merging and stitching

embroidered banks

or primrose, elder and vetch

flint teeth

conceal conchoidal cracks

sunk into clay paths

of cleft earth

haunted by summers gone by

sprawling static caravans

neither here nor there

waiting, haunting

stone fragments

memorials, memories

posies laid for our ancestors

for ourselves

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