What Larks
Fresh off train, slanting
morning rays lead on:
‘follow me, my flames
of light along this path’
Ears tune in to the pad, pad,
pad: the cushioned chuck
of boot on chalk. Dripping
up the downs, swelter-wading
deep inside a scribble-scrawl
green sea of grass, bramble
and then a meadow threaded
with a thousand flowers, I cannot
name. A petalled rainbow riot,
erupted across this coastal way
as it unfolds towards the sea.
Suddenly, a gleeful pop-up choir
of brown, demented rubber
balls, hurtles from the ground,
an elated ambush – skylarks,
springing for the stars.
Matt Gilbert is a freelance copywriter, from Bristol, who also writes a blog about place, books and other distractions at richlyevocative.net. He's had poetry published by Acumen, Northern Gravy, and Stand among others. His debut collection 'Street Sailing' was published by Black Bough poetry in 2023
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