Breckland Thyme
Deadman’s Grave, 2019
With the rabbit-chapped,
seeped the sward along:
runner-by-runner
the undershrub, shored up,
stakes its waspish claim,
its hereabouts,
blotched with drought
& the scar the boot left it,
rucks the air
with grayling scent,
till the breeze bleeds ‘thyme’
the ungrazable,
pricked & pouting
in incensed pink, a bletted
stark & herbal wheeze.
Having quietly had his first pamphlet published in 2018, James Coghill has followed his various pre-occupations including medieval and early modern literature, mycology, and ecology. He has had poems published in a number of places including Blackbox Manifold, Shearsman, Pamenar, and in a number of anthologies from Sidekick Books.