after Robert MacFarlane’s ‘Landmark’s

Glocken –
for the late snow
belly flopping off your neighbour’s roof.

Glocken –
for the Encliffe pond
refusing a duck’s tread.

Glocken –
for the Fargate stallholders
with clenched, defrosting hands

And Glocken –
for the aunt-warmth
of the Fat Cat on a Friday night

Glocken –
for your glass of Talisker
its kiss a lovebite.

Glocken –
for the hills
remembering where they start

Glocken –
for Burbage, its parts
a grey accordion

And Glocken –
for my heart in March,
remembering the light

Glocken -
for our bodies, glocken
for this quickening

Glocken -
for the vowels
in our speech

when we
look to the window and say
glocken, glocken, glockening.