Poetry

Andrew Lansdown: Two Poems

  The Pleasure   It is my pleasure, the pleasure   I give to the chooks as I toss the scraps   and watch the scrapes and scraps erupt   between them as with clucks and pecks   and quick scratchings and wild flappings   they wolf down without snivelling   the sops from our tea.                        Andrew Lansdown       Dip   A little dip in the broad rim   directs the brim- ming rainwater   where to over- flow, gliding slow   or quick in drib- ble, drip or drop,   from the wide cup of the…

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