Monday, March 20

a Poem for Thursday....Preston Patrick in March

Preston Patrick in March

Preston Patrick in March.

 If you don’t hurt crows
They won’t hurt you
My father said

And I believed him.

Chorus :-
While water drips
In a blue plastic drum
Water runs from
A pipe in the yard
Water brown bubbling
And smelling strong.

In the ring of trees
Black branched
Against a pearly sky
Crows weave nests.


Ghost trees hover high
On early green hills
And mist and low cloud
Merge in distant perspectives.


There sits a flatbed trailer
Unmoved by their caws
And rusty supports form
As iron oxidises.


The inspiration for the first stanza came out of a poem by Vicki Feaver in her  book,
 “The Handless Maiden”…Cape Poetry

“If you don’t hurt wasps
They won’t hurt you
My father told me.

But I didn’t believe him,”


  1. Hi there! This post couldn’t be written much better!
    Looking through this post reminds me of my previous roommate!
    He always kept preaching about this. I am going to send this article to him.
    Fairly certain he'll have a very good read. Many
    thanks for sharing!

    1. Many thanks for your kindly comment...I hope the poem is liked by your friend.


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