i pick up on something more substantial

flowers 
squeeze colours | variegations still exist

a grapevine
hangs from a wall outside my study

i consider the reversal procedures
of travelling past memorials & old

tribal tracks 

*
watchful eyes 
click at birds in ruffled capes | children
unravel the yellow patches of autumn | the sea
plunges more roughly

*
i define my fantasy of an oasis -
            a floral 
            greenhouse 
binging on fragrances

i pick up on something more substantial | an archaeological dig

a global offspring i call my own 
examines the unearthed life of an early settlement

i deftly unstitch the morning’s fog

i rake through deposits of clandestine human fables

the grainy texture of the surf
flops forwards | breaking up the sand

an oil slick 
creeps towards another high tide’s creased greeting
             
           & a bone flute holds its breath

iain britton