A handful of gravel in the air
And then the pigeons land

The wind makes waves of the grass
As the sun spreads heat through my cheek
I wipe an insect from my ear
Disappear

Mini-buttercups
Inside a buttercup
Inside a buttercup
Inside a buttercup

Trees spear me
When stripped by acid rain

Spines of frost
Iron filings on a magnet
The cold is here

Mouse skeleton
Insects scurry away
Into their bladed forest

Leftover showers pepper Edinburgh
The sun breaks between

The rain pings the grass
Insects are landing

Fairy Liquid bubbles
Come together and make ducklings
With poppy seeds for eyes

When darkness comes
Moths bump my window
Thump thump thump
Dead man's fingers

Five whole candles
And one stays lit
Even with
What's left
Of the breath

The school is so shut that
Even the seagulls have abandoned the bins

Three squirrels in a tree
One upside down;
White belly fur bare
Nibbling
Nibbling
Nibbling




Fish pecks
Disturb the silver screen

The air is sticking to me
I've washed my hands five times today
And still I scratch




Action Man
Face down in the mud

Surrounded by textbooks
I had better take the cellophane off

Thunder breaks
Monsoon in Edinburgh

It's hot country wetness up my nose
Plants and soil and the like

Hands up
Elbows down
The girliest run in the world