Issue 23: Adam Warne

near the hide

commonly seen I’m wading

between Dunwich and Sizewell in

pairs the Scrape from side to

avocets use their beaks to scythe

what shall we do

on the morning I was

turrrrrr turrrrrr

                        teu-lu teu-lu

sloughed off the wind near

the sluice and car park

each fumbling up binoculars

when the third

sat upon an egg

tell me true how a

turtle doves had fled

            a few returning

changes she replied

in the gorse

                        shingle, rust


any bat found on the ground

likely to need help

and behind us the road

smeared along the North

Sea lagoons often

small on lowland heath

yellow, golden

an scratchy song

Paradise Lost

my pupil John Milton visit

the vicarage at Stowmarket

            Rev. Dr. Thomas Young

            tutor of the poet, vicar,

            puritan, republican

plants a mulberry tree

for short periods while

discussing how best

to overturn the

church and monarchy

you're right about

severe and polemical

but I worried

every poem I wrote

needed to be important

competing for temp

teaching work

we are all tired

reading over feedback

cutting the line

"I am still alive"

            the form now goes

            straight to the Graduate School

            with supervisors copied in

both this autumn came

we shake the branches

in his garden

for the fruit

with great vigour

plotting together

to destroy all

structures of power

hope you get the fellowship

near Nan True’s Hole

nearly hit by

an angel of Mark

E. Smith his breast

was naked he had

no weapon I knew

not what at length

along Valley Lane

since I do not

fight further there

was more thicket

a red-legged partridge

shakes out

krwk krwk krwk


krwk krwk

            John Peel interviews

            PJ Harvey and John

            Parish and plays

            the session tracks

with this

I am glad to be

in earth as in

heaven all around

me at dawn came

to look and meet

as from branch

to branch in

the hawthorn

hedge the wren is

not afraid

            he asks if the

            birds are alive

other side of

the footpath

the sunlight moves

across the faces

of the ponds

and they made

to meet at the

gate was stiff

from the rain

a good place to perch

Adam Warne's debut pamphlet Suffolk Bang was published by Gatehouse Press in 2018. He lives in Suffolk and is working on a Creative Writing PhD at Roehampton about mental illness and Will Kemp's morris dance.

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