gold or hell

Saw six magpies on the Wanstead Flats today, which means gold or hell depending on which rhyme you choose to believe. A flock of magpies is a tiding, a gulp, a murder or a charm apparently. Such poetry.

mile

● The path on which I released a red admiral butterfly caught in the grass. Tattered wings beating against the dirt path, it flew, with grass hanging, fluttering toward the trees.

● Fallen tree trunks surrounded with empty beer cans

● One for sorrow

● Yesterdays litter becoming a marker, a neatly tied black plastic bag of dog shit

● Shit made beautiful with the iridescent backs of bluebottles coveting it 

● Six for gold

● Leaf shimmer and whisper 

● Breath rhythm