The Hide on Shapwick Moor Deirdre Hines

The Hide on Shapwick Moor

Flash of black and white & a wily woodpecker claws into a crammed peanut filled feeder to swing in rhythm with the wind who hurries along a middle-aged grey pheasant but stays the wide-eyed rabbit-

Shadow of raptor pulls my eye up into a sky of dipping treetops from her added mass swaying against our shared desire for flesh & it is as if the winds were waves & her beak an arrow of time-

Ripple of roe deer rises over far off reedbeds as dimuendo of choraling chaffinches chase a herd of blue tits above an emerald pond hiding her reflections-

Flash of black & white & flash of black & white two wily woodpeckers claw in on either side of that feeder to meet themselves like in that painting Rossetti painted over and over of his honeymoon-

the one he called 'How they met themselves' & just then i catch sight of the two of us in your camera lens aimed at our doppelgängers visiting their myriadselves-

Deirdre Hines