The silent conductor ~ Rene

A smack in the dark becomes a snare drum
as i walk back through the night, from a local town
its a flow of steps reaching a high chorus
a gentle stroke of pain leaving a tenors throat
a bellowing in the chest and a gambit outside the walls
a single hunting herd gathering within the storm
a triumph over the mountains and searching hills
a new born, the death of monotony, a tube
connecting your body to your work, the flow
of a herons tongue over its fish, the time outside
its silence, the numbers of breathes its lungs speak
as I watch it near the end of my walk
70 meters from my eyes, hunting below its bridge
near my home, in kinship with the morning river.



is Raoul Moat in a boat. His first words were ‘Newky Brown’. As well as being our most prolific writer, René also creates graphic art, paintings and screenplays.

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