Well versed
POEM OF THE WEEK: Small evacuee observing crows by Margaret Leff
I remember
The frosty blue haze
Arising like smoke
From the fields,
And crows heavily prancing,
Chiselling the iron earth
With great black beaks.
Their lumbering take off
On huge angled wings,
Circling stark bare trees
In the icy evening light,
As the dark sun set
Towards a westerly night.
I remember.
About the poet
Margaret Leff was born in Haifa. She has worked in Italy and Africa and now lives in north London. She has read her Dorothea Quarry poems on Welsh television.
John Rety of Hearing Eye Press and Torriano Meeting House is a former editor of anarchist paper Freedom.

