Cadmium fields
By kate emily
Fri, 06 Sep 2013
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Spring has come late to Mickley,
under cover of beech, bluebells populate,
tease the edges of the foothpath.
A fat toad hops under a damp leaf,
Chaffinch chaffinch and squirel chase
up up around the ancient trees
into the unseen
Beyond the wood
the hawthorn reigns,
and somewhere a river
where the trout are rising.
In the wild grass
that grows long past my knees-
the blue of cornflowers
the red of poppies.
All else is buttercups;
the cadmium fields,
a simple sky
and the sweet chewed smell of clover
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Can picture the fat toad!
Can picture the fat toad! Liked your 'sweet smell of clover' too.
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Really liked this one, kate.
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Really liked this one, kate. Extremely well-penned, and I could certainly smell that clover;-)
Tina
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