Escarpment

Escarpment
 
If I squat
among the warm
green sway of reeds’
whisper
long enough
 
clattering Jacks
will wheel overhead,
scrape their arrival
onto cloudless blue,
then settle
to natter
 
the chattering class
of the limestone scarp
punctuated
by spiteful grasses
that can only poke
unspoken words,
envious
rustling ballet.
 
Jac
And so I thought of a way to utilise all those little sketches I made... collaged them together and added some Jackdaws.

'Nuther poem poemed :-)
Happy weekend Blippers