A 6' perspex egg rests on the river bed
cyclone, aura, capsule
hatch open to dig into shale and mud
down into history
the sudden mist on Dartmoor
London's neon
you tumble
age on age
through floods and drought
within the secret
the river's alchemy
an iron sword
pottery scarred with magic
~ ~ ~
Just leave me here and call back later
Of course, I might get picked up by someone else
like a road sweeper, or a dog owner,
or washed away by a downpour
Like a good young teen I am completely passive
– worthless unless you have need of me
Hoping I can help you obliterate your failings
– will be glad to be of service
~ ~ ~
Splash splash splash
It's coming down
a year's worth all at once
When you're inside
it's good, homely comfort
…just a little bit longer