‘Swallows and Swifts’



‘Swallows and Swifts’ The Elegancies of Mr Thomas Anson.

A poem written in several voices


Thomas Anson

…these things are here

the air

the woods

the garden

shadows of grassy space

we are and were here


I doze and wait to wake, cut another pencil that will spike drawings into the earth and set to work

below on the Chase, unnumbered trees rise from the soil.

Something comes from that dark


and others rising and crossing long level lawns

a sway of bees to charm the wandering eye

a gloss of white cattle pondering  feet deep in shimmering rills


from a brake a pheasant whirrs all this



Extracts from this newly commissioned work will be read on Sunday, 4th September, 2pm at Shugborough Hall, Staffordshire.


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