‘Swallows and Swifts’ The Elegancies of Mr Thomas Anson.
A poem written in several voices
…these things are here
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.