Between the world and you

by Elizabeth Trew

A world round and full by the lake
as moorhens and grebes
cross the water
the moon full and shy
behind the trees this morning

the world green and teeming
you safe inside your bag of waters
kicking against my hip
I swollen and heavy cross the field
blue eggs nesting
sap rises in the long grass around us

the moment I stumble on a wild thing
its blood rushes and body struggles
to free itself from under my foot
the sky fills with a noisy flurry
and clutter of wings
partridges rising
the hunter on the hill above us
a feather in his hat.





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