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Frances Presley


March


in St Michael’s


mama you’ve bin
musical
mu
sicale

ring chan
delire
ban Delilah
my chant delier
is dead

she says
breathing helps
just the body
cycles

hard to tell
that carving is
Michael weighing souls
with so much wear and tear

the inter clock
tock (tick) tock (tick)

we saw

u

pulls hymn lines together

what are
twentieth century hymns?

a passage of
air
the upstretch
eagle neck
lectern








April

From Greenaleigh to Porlock Bay
Friday. Good

these black shards
scattered on the field
where sheep and walkers go

piecing together
piece work

Republic
Ch Republic

Czech Republic

Or
nets?
Ar
nets?

Hornets

black saucers
must be clay pigeons
tap they
clay
not plastic

come blow your horn

*
remembering semtex
the shifting sense
the shifting S

*

Site of Special Scientific Interest
see today
sea pitched
sea level
subsequent storms

the new salt marsh
no more freshwater
the salt line
grey grass
bleached trees
byre useless

sea birds
come skeeting home

walking back past lambs
he was talking ahead of me
about the Sibylline
lore and the ambiguity of
Sibylline law

Copyright © Frances Presley, 2005