The Cold Tap Sings

the p-word

TODAY

by Robin Boothroyd

Today

up Wessenden the goblinesque
laughter of a grouse rang
out across the moors
through rufous
bracken
then echoed &
reechoed off the slate
of the wind-wracked fells
up there ‘where snipe work late’

Published: December 19, 2013

Filed Under: Poems

Tags: Bracken : Goblin : Grouse : Laughter : Moors : Rufous : Slate : Snipe : Ted Hughes : Today : Wesenden : Yorkshire

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TODAY

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