Robert Marsland






see the buzzard (buteo buteo) careening across

the above like a shaper of existence, a smallish god,

a being of greater or lesser dimension, no less,

- shuddering to loftier heights, eating up the purple sky

and mewling cat-like to its brethren on the highland

plateaus. he is the one who gives form

to the heavens, the singer all in one





Sun and Rose


the sun digs its claw in my head and draws out a rose

of delicate peach,

new and fresh





Robert Marshland ©2010