The Web Poetry Corner - Jude Eydmann - Walking through Alice Holt Forest
Walking through Alice Holt Forest
by
Jude Eydmann
Dusty July tracks,
Low, dense sweep of productive conifers
I and my brother from
Aldershot station walked
Between the baked clay tracks
And heather.
Calluna (though I did not know that then) ,
Dotted with chirping grasshoppers
A frenzied orchestral effort
In a hot day.
Park in a lazy summer youth
Glimpsed a glancing foreign land
Behind mesh wire
Cockatoo, said howdoyoudo?
Then, (before we set off home)
We peered in the shadowy tanks
Aquarium the last stop before
We turned to walk back.
In a soaked paradise forest
Hear the hiss of train brakes
Near the station.
I think that night
I dreamt of parakeets, and
Yellow, red, emerald Macaws
Swooping through
Drunken afternoon.