Home New Poetry Abhaile: With Tracy Gaughan From the poet, Mantz Yorke

From the poet, Mantz Yorke


Green dominates the northern slope, 

for plants below the Cleveland Way grow

lush in this damp ground. Other hues

are scattered, merely playing bit-parts 

on this stage: sorrel’s ox-blood sprays; 

the pinks of clover and campion; buttercups; 

bluebells and occasional clumps of violets, 

the whole spectrum being recombined

in white stitchwort and the plantains’ fuzz.   

Rain overnight has muddied the path...


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