Trudging to the supermarket,
on a very bad day for news,
I saw a heron on the roof of a house.
It had a beak of scissor blades, and
legs like television aerials, yet when it moved its neck
it uncurled around the body of an oriental vase.
Then it took off, and I knew I’d been wrong
to try to bring it to earth: it was no part of this
nor of any of those things.
The Heron was published by Under the Radar magazine in 2016. There are short stories here and here, an essay on class here, one on the NHS here and one on green politics here. Lastly, here is a short piece of writing about the countryside.