Rosamonde

I rode my blue bike
Over snails and hard places
Leaving my shadow on the straight
Had to stop and wait for
Him to catch me up
I pass by my mum
She’s got her head up there with
The clouds and the ghosts Maybe other stuff too
And I’m unstoppable
Some ripe red throat
Full-flesh looks me over -
Ruby snake wind
Working over the sun.
I move on
These bones today cannot rest
They need a good picking
A sifting to get Out all the grit
Caught for a moment In a dirty dew window
It gives me back my face
’You keep it feather brain!’