Muntjac: a poem by Will Burns

28 September 2017 // Poetry

On this, National Poetry Day, feast your eyes on a new number from Caught by the River Poet-in-Residence Will Burns:

It was February and in late snow
I turned from the river towards the hills
where, along the ridgetop, the fir tips tore
themselves into the vapourish sky.
I walked where I thought I remembered
a path (but there was no path). Through the trees
a gang of muntjac bolted cover.
The plain quiet of the wood was shredded
by the rustle and crack of the deer,
sure-footed in what was not quite panic,
and their absent, settled right of way.
We could get through life living resolved
like meltwater on the hill-grass. All change
obscured in the day’s unwonted weather.

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Will Burns on Caught by the River / Twitter

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