Dawdlers

Scentense

 

Name me the smell of grief    it catches in my hair

Fills my mouth with dandelion, cotton candy.

On the towpath, I count nettles, brambles, clover,

the blunted bricks of Middleport Mill.

Sound ox bone            majolica          manganese

Payne’s glory.

Roses slump in slanted gardens

Seeds mark time.

 

- Ceri Morgan