Down by the Black Brook we find signs of spring.
New shoots on the hawthorn but not yet any blossom.
A few minnows in amongst the coke cans.
And here in the shelter of a willow, is it some child's den?
a damp mattress
scattered with needles
the coot's legs
.
Little Onion
The child's den, so evocative, and how a damp mattress might have been a castle even. I shudder to think what the needles are, but it's a sign of the times I suppose.
The child's den, so evocative, and how a damp mattress might have been a castle even. I shudder to think what the needles are, but it's a sign of the times I suppose.