Trembling to the sounds of the Glen
I hear there has been activity at the site of the sludgy drain and so I go and have a nosy and see there is a puncture in the pipe the smell is sour and strong of detergent and its seeping now away from the river but diverting to where I wonder…
dried leaf form vessels so tender in their holding, old brown clover heads dangle the dry weight of their seeds and young ones aflame with colour, a bramble flower gets mixed up with the wood sage
