11. Jul, 2021

Cringle Park

Cloud layers are platforms;
A bright edge of light
Peeps over the flat grey shelf
Coming across like a shutter
To blot out its silver dollar gleam.
Below that again,
Dark smoke tufts drift
In the thermals,
Scarcely higher
Than all the crows
Rising from the poplar trees
To vie with magpies,
Rag tags scattering in the sky.

Ruth Enright