INSURGENCE

On the day
of the stay of execution,
the lawn,
once shorn close
as a convicts head,
reprieved, rejoiced
and renewed.

The sun caressed
the soil, nurturing,
warming, reminding,
and rain quenched.

And we did not look
so we did not see,
nature's daily alchemy.

Bright orange-yellow
nimbus' rising, reflecting
green of new grass,
tap roots, breaking the dry
soil below, waking the
knotted worms, as the
spring rain flowed below
in dark, cool rivulets.

And the bees and butterflies,
fed on the richness of each
nimbus, thick with a hundred
separate flowers.

And we did not look
so we did not see.

And on the day
of execution,
the star children,
span under the flaying blades,
rose, drifted, their soft halos
silver as tiny moons,
and silently, whispered -

“You will not win”

And the tap roots waited,
and the worms knotted.

And we did not see.

PANTOUM TO THE RURAL ROOKIE


There's peace and tranquillity here,
The cockerel heralds the dawn.
From worldly troubles, a panacea,
There's no need to feel forlorn.

The cockerel heralds the dawn,
I'll get used to rising early.
There's no need to feel forlorn
Away from the hurley-burley.

I'll get used to rising early,
Even though I'm exhausted by four.
Away from the hurley burley,
That cockerel is way too cocksure!

Even though I'm exhausted by four,
I'm enjoying the relative calm.
That cockerel is way too cocksure!
There's a smell from the neighbouring farm.

I'm enjoying the relative calm,
Yes, definitely living the dream.
There's a smell from the neighbouring farm.
And that cockerel is making me scream!

Yes, definitely living the dream,
Roast cockerel with Pinot brings cheer,
With a sauce made with garlic and cream.
There's peace and tranquillity here.

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