The Undermoor ~ Rene

a thousand times glass… measured out
by the time the river has
to be defined
by the pace of the pulling fish
in your own

a dog floats near the river point
and back to the mouth

he will eat with his tongue and teeth tonight, soon
favouring the bowl
against the sun

repeating his masters silence, by the guzzle
or the dust steps of fleas

minutia within jaw, between collar bones
marching up

through the night stairs of webs and armature
sewing them inside the fields

where the webs are savvy by all hours
like the wild garlic that’s unfarmable within the woods

spraying the walls of curving soil with themselves
and calling out to the crushed beer cans amongst them
to hear the green

if you’re in the mood for it all
on this particular walk

and day

my dear

that is.


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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