First I saw a goat, a prehistoric creature with colossal
spiralling horns,
coarse matted hair and yellow eyes.
A herd of goats trailing down a gorge
was her hair, ragged streams divining routes down her back,
a cloak of autumn-gold tussocks
with swirls of inlaid bronze bracken blazing in the sun.
Her face was a graphite sheen; eyes: crags in a waterfall,
nose: a darkened boulder with cold glittering cheeks on either
side.
Close by, a rowan’s red mouth was
chortling;
a cloud had torn itself to rags escaping
the clutches of a hawthorn;
above us hail stones were ripening
for a fall.
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