Monday, 27 June 2011


after the evening downpour,
chocolate brown slugs have set forth across the grass,
their antennae unfurling with a tenderness
that is gentle as a kiss.
they don't seem to be moving,
but they are.
I can't remember the last time my movement was so careful,
so graceful,
so present in the moment.


none said...

So poignant and vivid!

Nice to see that you'll also be participating in the river of stones. I'm looking forward to it. :)

Mark Sargeant said...

Thanks Jade! I'll also be looking foward to reading your small stones during July...

Lynne Rees said...

Hi Mark - 'poet', then 'cook' is my kind of blog profile : )

Looking forward to reading your words this month.