{"id":237,"date":"2011-04-26T13:00:00","date_gmt":"2011-04-26T13:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=237"},"modified":"2020-12-09T16:23:25","modified_gmt":"2020-12-09T16:23:25","slug":"spring-poems-from-julia-webb-and-ken-head","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/spring-poems-from-julia-webb-and-ken-head\/","title":{"rendered":"Spring poems from Julia Webb and Ken Head"},"content":{"rendered":"

Oak<\/span>

It was as if we had ensnared ourselves:<\/span>
the way your little boy hands<\/span>
pushed the acorn into the soft loam<\/span>
and your face looked up to mine<\/span>
with the unspoken question.<\/span>
And later a green finger<\/span>
pushed itself out of the earth<\/span>
and you measured it year by year,<\/span>
until gradually the slender stem<\/span>
became entwined with the fence<\/span>
and the only way to separate them<\/span>
would be to take a knife and cut them apart.<\/span>


*Julia Webb<\/a><\/span> lives in Norwich. She has just completed an MA in Creative Writing at The University of East Anglia. She runs The Norwich Poetry Book Group, writes reviews and is working on her first collection. <\/span>



Morning Glory<\/span>

Moving along the  track, head full of images of buckskin-shirted <\/span>
braves ghosting through ancient forests, the boy walks <\/span>
into sunlight.  Swiftly, he steps behind the shadow-line, stock-still, <\/span>
leaf-dappled, heart singing songs of morning in his ears.<\/span>

Nothing moves, there\u2019s no birdsong, time hangs by a thread,<\/span>
like dry leaves spinning in a web as empty as the sky.<\/span>
The boy watches, feels his world stop, sees rise out of the dewy <\/span>
glitter, a solitary, golden-haloed hare.<\/span>



* Ken Head<\/span> is a regular reviewer for IS&T.  Here is his <\/span>website<\/a>.  <\/span>
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