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The Saturday poem: The Moult

Written By Unknown on Saturday, February 22, 2014 | 3:10 AM


by Jen Hadfield


Stay out of the sun:

we can all see you. Stop picking fights

above your weight. We've this high


golden bowl of heather and moss

company of whaups and cries and

mutters in the wind; the long


draught of islands


and blinding sea.


Shelter in the hoodoos and pluck

your fur – fine smelt caught on heather

and shining reeds –


ruing it as I do, this flying

gleaming floss snatched back

and spent by the wind.


Freeze when the sunlight hits you


you're not invisible. Scratch off


your dreamcoat of silver money.

Rest downwind in the sun. Run

double-jointed when the valley dims.


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