october one

by the sight of my Coventry wonder
I climbed aboard my Coventry thunder
and wheels to wheel I gather
fair momentum along these pothole roads
safe from those I wear a lemon vest
a gamboge star to scare dark spirits away
on west fen lane its mild terrain
alongside the drains of cyanobacteria

i saw a brown rat
it ran across my path
its tail longer than its body
the stumbling skies arranged diametrically
out here where there is nothing living
except maize-corn fields
they grow as fuel not fodder
my Coventry Eagle
its magnum wheels keep spinning

i saw one frightened heron later
surprised it was from fishing frogs
in the algae cyanobactra’
which blue-green bloom
is not a proper home
or anywhere to swim in
it flew – its arms, pinions dripping
eclectic as my Eagle’s motion

i saw a buzzard tumbling
too awkward in its circle
its cries plaintiff as my soul
does it search for a companion
or was it scorched
of where we might be travelling
into nettled paths, undergrowth
briar trees, darkened

I saw one other heron
its bejewelled, jagged beak
onynxed eye
flying daggers in the clouded sky
the boom of man’s aeronautic delusion
look what we have made
a killing machine
– that does not understand mercy

I saw several swans a’ swimming
in this sludge
they had raised 5 babies
plumage fluffed and grey
and white, blue and greenish
they seemed to stand up in it
they were not dead yet
my dogs should not swim in it
neither I should say should we

©edenbraytoday29.09.2023

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