Willow Island
Hey cat, you’re doing really well,
three fields stalked and only one to go.
I’ll wield my stick if cows come
trampling the cuckoo flowers and clover.
Let’s climb the arch of this willow bridge
cracked by the wind so it bows its crown
to its own reflection.
We’ll lie on the grassy patch thatching
its broken trunk. You can dry your dew-
slicked coat and I will lie looking into
the kaleidoscope of clouds and sky.
We’ve run away from home to watch over
this kingdom of eels and meanders,
shingles and silt.
Chris Kinsey grew up in Herefordshire but always wanted to head for the hills and landed in Mid-Wales. She has had five collections of poetry published. Her most recent: From Rowan Ridge was commissioned by Fair Acre Press https://fairacrepress.co.uk/tag/chris-kinsey/