Nature Reserve
Asphalt smoothway hastens hybrid cycles
and monoscoped twitchers
past a dry brood of wellies
feathered in mud-splashed memories
Jo Dixon
Spring
(After Barbara Hepworth)
Bronze egg
hatched with twine
outweighs
panting arms edging
her out; she
tilts on the tail lift.
Salt rivulets
perspire
down her silken
shell until -
flanked by
armoured glass,
she exhibits in
white space.
But when Spring
is lacy
with sunlight
leaves,
fingertips
reach to meet round
her back, feet
follow her curved
breath and in
the criss-cross
veins of her yolk eyes conceive
amorous
plume-stretches of teals,
the branchwork
of foraging goldcrests,
and a marriage
of grey herons spired
in their nest.
Jo Dixon
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