Nora Unwin - Winter
the wychwood and the witching wood from which it made its watch
stood as well for byrds and game as predator
the night from which they came
shadowed sharp contracting shades
contrasting shades upon the wood and through the glades and in the wood they move
in the wood they stay where upon the carven groove they play as to the left
redacted from the brazen chaotic coat of colour of colour that is only black
and enameled in the sheets and planes that divide dimension from reality
who so shall say they are not living shall deny themselves and their reveal
as shape as sharp as craven craven by the lineage of line some dark some light
is in the wood and on the winding line of grain in which the wood revealed
its sacred truth
the wychwood and the witching wood from which it made its watch
stood as well for byrds and game as predator
Nora Unwin" Winter appears courtesy of Mike Burr" ,