Forget horses. Today it is wasps and rats.
The less lovely things in life can be the best inspirations. But the isle of Iona has popped up three times too, and Iona is gorgeous.
The leaning verbs are still leaning. I think I may be making it a bit of a mission to prop them up. Or bring them down − whichever metaphor grabs you.
Honestly, some great poems today.
Among its other virtues, poetry bears witness. Real things that happened and can't unhappen. The grain of things. Seen as they were seen.