Published in very limited edition
by Paper Dart Press 2015
46 pages – perfect bound
Frontispiece by Virginia Lee
Every star over the moors was a trouble,
before it was speaking in light,
the way stars do.
Every journey was meaningless dust, until
that moment the feet touched water
Granite beneath us is restless in its core;
cooling, heating, repeating patterns of flux.
The old Dartmoor saying is true, now
gorse is in flower and kissing's in season,
while the steam closest to home
is singing the song of songs.