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Tag: Autumn

AUTUMN 

A phone background poem. 

AFTER THE FACT

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After the Fact

We live in a post-fact world.
That’s a fact. The perfumer
Is opposite the fishmonger;
Firethorns orange a hedgerow;
It is October in this poem.
Poets tell the truth with lies.
It is November in this poem.
We live in a post-fact world.

NOTE FROM CULPEPER COMMUNITY GARDEN IN LONDON

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Note from Culpeper Community Garden in London

Sitting
On my lunch break
In the public garden
Feeling blue
Because work is busy
Because I don’t know
Because it’s autumn
And the leaves are turning
When a stranger
In a Harrington jacket
Asks to swap his banana
For my Tunnock’s tea cake
And it’s bizarre
Because I was reading a poem
About fruit
And I laugh
And say yes
And peel the banana
And realise
I don’t feel blue
Any more

IN MILLFIELDS PARK

At the moment I’m rereading The Narrow Road to the Deep North by Matsuo Bashō. It’s made me fall in love with haiku all over again.

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Early autumn now –
under the trees a collage
of orange and green.

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Read more haiku here.

THE IMPRINT

On my cycle home through Richmond Park
I saw a stag not standing, not kneeling,
but keeled over; muzzle, head and horn
resting on the early autumn grass.
How the soft blades meld with
his thick fur as he sleeps.

I imagine the imprint of his shape
in the twilight. The long shadows
cast by the horse chestnuts kink,
ever so slightly, when they meet
the edge of his ghostly silhouette.
By morning the grass has resprung.