West Anstey longstone Poem by Frances Presley

here ti(l) la
my deepest breath
startling deer

stertling roil
on the ridge

she's here at last
the ‘veiled lady'

shepherde of the stream
no strange or rambling

look after each other
each
all one

with a plantering bosom
my own things get done last

patched patchouli
absterrent hardering

made hepworth
veiled but more expressive
than a gormley

look there's a small orange

the anatomy of sandstone
will not pister

‘d'où viens-tu bergère'?
not from the tour eiffel
or the mobile mast

tired of that ancient world
her masts are flowing familial
her masts