Tick Fen #1 – January 2014
Across the field, banks hem in the horizon, sky hanging
Heavy over silver coin-puddles of squealing wigeon,
Fastidious-legged godwits; above them arch the flaunting lapwing.
Through the mist, in a soft-trumpeting cloud, butter-billed Bewicks
Raise mud-plated feet amongst the winter wheat.
Extract from "The Drowned Lands" by Elaine Ewart – Fenland Poet Laureate
By Andrew Bartram (WarboysSnapper) on 2014-01-27 17:59:45
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