developers


the cracks in the memory
of childhood summers
are turning boot polish black

the hill
once a site for a thousand tumbles
through singing grasses
now lies barren:
home to creeping machines
a mound of hopes gone sour

the two men who stand at the top
surveying a map of trivialities
are stuck there forever
held by the ghost of one last white tree

and this is how it should be
for those who would steal
the summer



* Catherine Edmunds is a novelist, poet and artist. She
says her literary style is encapsulated in the title of her poetry
collection wormwood, earth and honey
while her artwork veers between delicate portraiture, exploding dogs
and decomposing toads.