near St Hildegard's
abbey
In Moment
in the moment's process
scrape
white
butterfly black dots
dat dhat da
rummage
scabious
purple clover
hemming by summerhouses
all night
an undercurrent
of bells
overcurrent of birds
I'm going
inside my body
sometimes there's nothing
but Genglisch
the gentle pressure of an entire landscape
on the left of my head
it's clearing
yolky
the river
moves its houses
for and against
ingenious metaphor
a bird of prey
flies up
between the vines
we are flying towards each other
this
is the head
these are the wings she was thinking of
the
wings in the drawing
— the ardour of God
Frances
Presley's latest collection is the
excellent Paravane. New and Selected Poems from Salt Publishing,
Cambridge (2004). She lives in London and is a member of the editorial
board of How2.