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In local universes, Nick describes the poems as the things seen or experienced within walking distance of his house. ‘I guess you could say it began with the first lockdown and the recommendation for an hour’s walk each day in your neighbourhood, combined with Blake’s idea of seeing the world in a grain of sand’.
deerform
in the hoarfrost that knits the trees into a forest
a deer builds itself in my gaze a deer building itself
in light arriving with the drysnap of morning
building the light of itself from the sable undergrowth
the wilderness of the creature builds itself across
the soft morning of my gaze our joined breath
the other river above that which flows itself light
over undergrowth sable and deerform my eyes
blink and in that moments unseeing of myself I am gone
ripple
the sun is already down
the sky is not yet dark
when I lob the fallen
branch end over end
cabering into water
the slow river below
a stand of stark trees
and a flicked blanket
of crows lift out of their
almost imperceptible
roosts concentrically
whirling in the gloom
above the pushed air
of the liquid sound
above the slapped
water of the plosion
the grey murder rises
into featureless silence
circling an evening
in search of its echo
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