Poetry by Derek Turner: “Cold Constitutional”

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On the ice-edge of the hill
Gazing down grateful from verge of valley,
Coming in across country, a splinter of winter –

My feet hold fields.
And today, I saw the sun so wonderfully die,
The land turn black, crisp cutout trees clutching stricken stars,

My Ordnance Survey filled –
Dry moats overjumped, fallen houses seen, old stories
Stopped, pinned in place – “There is one surviving tower…”

Behind lie iron miles,
Silver-gilded soil and waiting woods, locked churches, ways
Silent and significant. The frost flakes flowers.

Now a great and universal chill –
Over unforgiving earth beasts bump their prize away,
Next year’s crops parade with glinting points, owls blink away hours.

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– Derek Turer is the author of the novels A Modern Journey, Displacement and Sea Changes.

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