Posted by: David Harley | April 5, 2013


kickstarting red grouse
plummeting across the path
all panic and flailing feathers
as we intruded upon each other’s solitude

further down towards Wootton Bassett
our path converged with that of an old man
slow stick
always an unstrained 10 metres ahead
never acknowledging us
except by never standing still enough
for us to catch up
even when moved to scan the larches
for sight of a coloratura blackbird

as we left the broken path
I stumbled against a half-exposed birch root
and I swear a half-smile creased his face

Published in Vertical Images – New Leaves, 1989. Copyright David Harley 1987.


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