Lammas 2017
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smokingbootPOEM FOR LAMMAS
I fell down in a faint by the cornfield
where the men were carrying a girl
between them, sheafbright,
apple parings in her hair.
They were singing, the hop men,
bringers of barley and
all the hedge cottonbeards
leaned forwards in a thirst.
They called her 'queen',
her gold head tilted once
towards the fields, and once
in my direction.
When I woke, there were clouds
the girl was scattered to light
Like broken honeycomb in my mouth
Or a sun on the horizon.
I fell down in a faint by the cornfield
where the men were carrying a girl
between them, sheafbright,
apple parings in her hair.
They were singing, the hop men,
bringers of barley and
all the hedge cottonbeards
leaned forwards in a thirst.
They called her 'queen',
her gold head tilted once
towards the fields, and once
in my direction.
When I woke, there were clouds
the girl was scattered to light
Like broken honeycomb in my mouth
Or a sun on the horizon.
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