Upwey, Dorset

By aphra

Sun, 12 Sep 2004
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Upwey, Dorset

Rain's coming. The rape
gleams under a steel sky.
Stones fall from a wall etched
with lichen. Spiders flee.

Dogs crash through long grass,
tongues lolling.
Under elder they find a fox's brush,
rotten with maggots.

From the hill piebald cows skid
towards the gate.
The rain comes, spotting
the sloe berries.

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