Grimes Graves

My husband, son and I
lived on Lime Kiln Lane in the eighties,
a road in Thetford.
I even liked it there - time lasted all day.
Yes, time
lasted all day

I remember one day at Grimes Graves,
the cold light and wet ferns in neolithic mines
in contrast
with the bails of heat outside,
the Ministry of Defence training land
where the sun aroused like a mistress
the fizz of grasshoppers
the rill and trill of skylarks
and the plague of cinnabar caterpillars
bearding beards of burdock

I remember the faint wind
playing three notes as its mouth stroked
the mouths of our bottles of ginger beer
The sound of panpipes sleeping