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.
Chorus:-
Ghost trees hover high
On early green hills
And mist and low cloud
Merge in distant
perspectives.
Chorus:-
There sits a flatbed
trailer
Unmoved by their caws
And rusty supports form
As iron oxidises.
Chorus:-
The inspiration for the first
stanza came out of a poem by Vicki Feaver in her book,
“The Handless Maiden”…Cape Poetry
Wasps…
“If you don’t hurt wasps
They won’t hurt you
My father told me.
But I didn’t believe him,”
