Girl Picks Berries
Up by the old camp I pick
at the hedge. Darter by me on spike rush.
The quiet is loud, and stillness is starfull - a circus.
The tips of my fingers hold worlds
up in sky. When I have enough I go
through the gap and lift
the sheet on slow worm,
sat still and river-wound there. I touch her
in my ownliness. Darter there.
Coming back down I feel my dress
swing at my hips. I cut through the grave garden
shutting the gate after me, and I leave one berry
on Tommy Right-times bed, then go
through the lych-gate and return
to the village and the sun-sounds my smile
makes, on the meeting with all of theirs there.
Martin Towers is a support worker in Aberystwyth, Wales. Samples of his spoken word poetry are used in music by the producer Meanderman. Search: ‘Meanderman (feat. Jimmy Badger)’
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