Photograph by Andrew Rushton
Some words in progress worked on since workshop 1 - inspired by Martin's postcard trying to fuse ancient artefact, ancient hunters and present memories.
Enamelled Bronze Dog Brooch, 2nd Century AD click to see similar brooch
On such an emerald day
your speckled flanks
cut across the landscape
leanness set against the wind.
Circling through wild grasses
face fixed in joy of speed
you have your head and
I think there can be
no grace to match this.
Through winter
we lie nose to tail,
curve of belly
echoing arc of rib.
A soft peace after
days of hunting.
Your warm breath
sputtering dreams
against my frozen feet.
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