curved thick brass sinew
weir-broken water slides turns
rails sky upside down.
Cuisine de frigo/ Cuisine de poubelle
Lunch - re-heated haggis sandwich - a Burns night take-away - with cranberry sauce, left over from Christmas. Requires lifting with a dose of ascorbic acid from three withered clementines, just one pip between them, also pre-Christmas. Waste not want not.
marches into the vets barking defiantly in a 'Let's be having you then!' kind of way. Complains about the sting but kisses the vet on the nose anyway, and accepts a treat from her. That's my girl.
Saved Nut # 3
A follow on from the last, Celtic Saints, a poem written on a trip to Finistere. I made a few small changes, and changed all the capitalisation at the beginnings of lines. I don't do that any more.