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hawthorn bends my back low as I crouch under
white ghost with red berries in a willow edge land of brambles, nettles, reeds
a thistle holds an old dirty feather, woodpeckers have cut deep circles in the bough
craggy bundles of sticks cross hatched with willow
the great willow whisperer of the air currents circles
approach the arch
a tunnel brick made
under railway
through fairytale brambles
as thick as your arm
no one here
bees in bricks
some mended
bright green of wet plants
only the passageway is dormant
the rest is nettles, trees, willow, ivy
over and over like billows
like sheets and blankets
the arch is a frame
the arch draws one in
the arch hold the curve
the arch has symmetry, geometry
a magical ability to hang in air
hold weight
we wait for the train to run over us
imagining a sound echo. a shudder, a nerve ending, who knows
cluttered by all the plants, its own sound dampener
cracks and surface layers shifting off
plants hook in any crevice
16.5.13 BMH
maybe the last visitor
old graffiti lingers
a touch of silver
red campion above
lingering white lines of ivy dragged from walls
like prints of elongated birds feet
tracking up the side of the wall
own maps under maps under maps
railway land
untethered, unvisited
a mansion of otherness
for us to briefly people
with our walker’s awe and gratitude
we are held in the thorns
an oasis with every direction overgrown
we are on our own
witnesses witnessing
drawing our records of this moment
we share a moment
quick a train appears
I run under , like a cipher, light zinging, no hollow echo just light speed and a different heartbeat to the slide speed of electric swift moving machine
seconds or less and sound gone fast either side as if into oblivion
we know it came, ran over us and went on
threaded together two women
quiet in a tunnel
savouring the hiding
and the hidden pleasure
that no one in the train can know
we are tracking them
vegetation multiplies and occupies
I have mud foot
from sliding deep in and nearly pulling C in too-
stingy nettle knuckles, torn clothing, evidence to carry back
anther slower heart beat train with its own slow canter rhythm
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Friday 4th March 10am. Butts Field Hailsham BN27 2BZ
We have launched a Just giving campaign to raise the money to clear up a stream in Hailsham which runs into the Pevensey Levels.
If you would like to help you can donate here or volunteer to help with the clear up before early next year.
https://campaign.justgiving.com/…/earthresto…/breathingwater
http://earthrestorationservice.org