Plain Song by Tom Blake

This one’s a freebie
lhude sing cuccu

what is waxing, not wax
but aught else

we ebb and ebb
in the false azure

reverdie is a vote-winner
spring lays down, uncoiled

little trepid goslings
mown down by motorist

knot-holes in a garden fence
the thigh of an aphid bristles

bees are nowt now
here trembling is a haunted iPhone

no-one cannot tell me
we are not not here

thawing Ribena for the curl’d tongues
of lapidary insects

perched in the spray-top
or furred like a peach

I have heard the crickets singing
each to each

awful as the feathers
on a satellite dish.

From: https://www.anthropocenepoetry.org/post/plain-song-by-tom-blake

Date: 2024

By: Tom Blake (19??- )

Tags: 2024, plain song, poetry, this one’s a freebie, tom blake