Wednesday 4 October 2017

Free as the Wind - Liz Brownlee

Serenity at The Comfrey Project

It’s slight and likes
to infiltrate
makes supple grasses
susurrate

it’s heavy and ready
to hurricane
power the storm clouds
splatter the rain

it swirls in the sand
bends barleycorn
dances the flowers’ heads
round the lawn

it flattens the trees
clack-clatters the bins
rat-tatters in dreams
sets leaves into spins

it slivers in houses
to whistle and haunt
makes the bare branches
jazz–hand and jaunt

it batters and scatters
the litter around
grapples the shadows
for space on the ground

it smooths unsmooth stones
whips away words
scattering syllables
dishevelling birds

it cannot be summoned
or seen or confined
as restless as waiting
as careless as time


it gusts from a suddenness
cannot be pinned
for nothing is free as
as free as the wind

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