The Red Hut

Novel

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grasses sweep grooves in sand, the way streams forge sweeps in earth;
their soft brown tips dangle, like me, the narcissist,
searching for recognition, the call and response
the topographic certainty, the black and white pinions.
cloud gaps are light patch are sunglasses on.

loose rock and lost watch – the alpine flowers dry,
the travelling snow is sliced by skis or sun or boot tread
with spring their tracks melt, before I can revisit.
i love the steep incline, the shared gradient and shrub steps
with black blocks cracked and blue blue sky.

ants block the waterfall path, they bite skin and scale
you wont see them then your feet are black, bitten.
you will run and they leave peaks peaks.
after four hours the marsh fly breaks the black spider web.
tangled in white glue there’s no direct flight, the earth folds.

the tangled fly is caught in…

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‘City of Man’ by Charles Williams

Poetry in Surrey Libraries

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by Charles Williams

“How shall we build the city of men,
Love and our mays and we,
Who are not sons of the bondwomen
But children of the free ?

It shall be free as our mothers are,
Who seem as Sinai,
Moving their heads in that covenant
So anciently and high.

Though they be broken of men to-day,
Bruised with toil and pain,
Liberty that is the soul of them
Shall surely stand again.

They by whom we were brought to be,
Born to the ways of men.
Walk in our midst, of that free city
Each a free citizen.

Thus to build up the city of men.
Love and our mays and we,
Being not sons of the bondwomen
But children of the free !

It shall be free as our lovers are,
Holily loved and trod,
They by whom we were brought to be.

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