STORM FEAR
(a robin sings) 

Constant grit 

pale roar of pine wing

low drifting gulls negotiating troubled air

base notes of sea thrashing Portland Stone

Sandsfoot Clay sea

Ilex crackling in a storm so strong it earns itself a name.

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Then, whilst walking into Fear’s very eye,

I hear sharp splinters of robin song

bright cascades of sound - seemingly at odds with my masked world

a tiny red breast throws out a tune so clear I hear it midst all the racket

His bird eye glimpses spring right inside this storm

he knows a season different to the one I struggle through

and sings of sun and nests

of tiny edible things

The solid wind beats me up and seeps inside my hat

hurried waves run in and run out of steam

a Jackdaw stutters alarm into the rain ...
 

 I’m glad there is more

than just Covid going on.