Dunwich
Shrike girdled the
Slit eyed
Marsh hallows, the feather beaten
call to gallowsWorth a deft pass
Enshruddled mist
Lickered craw, now the tendons stick
To thumps of silence rawSlinking moon permits
An autopsy
Revealing sin, rotted planks tarred
Long seaborne scarredThrough marram threads
The noose
Permits, flightless mud dweller skips
And under slips
Eidolon
She is the seed-knowledge in the ravines
Under concrete, soft-headed sleeper
Dreams beneath gum patina and feet tramp
Ignored static bleeds angry stamp
Seeps through seams
Where a shadow forest creeps
Under the glum fabric of man
All her whispers are leaf brush
The delicate fan of night branches
Her speech is the soft dirge of mush
Preaching forgotten implores
This army of lurking shades
Phantoms in paving slabs
Viridian certainty, poised potential
Chasms in her skin boil with life
Ruts in the valleys,
Thunder-claps on the peak
Bats in the grammar, sly as the adders
Wound about her roots
Each a tendril, tender seeks
There is no turning the head
Unfound, the eyeless thief
Cracks every question of your heart
And answers them, piece by busted piece
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These poems are taken from a wider collection called The Light Extraordinary, the first poem of which was featured in a short film shown on Channel 4.
