A conker for the nature table

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Hi, Keith
I will be forced to critique in order to say what a wonderful poem this is.
I had to look up conker because I honestly didn't know what it was
strange how after finding the definition, I saw prickle shelled walnuts fallen
here and there on my travels to and fro town.
I'd never noticed them before.
Now every time I see them, I will be reminded of your beautiful poem.
Thank you for the read.


Edit 1
Prickled and sour sapped
I found you by the roadside,
your fall, split white                                           this reminded me of bread every time I read it, the color below
on chestnut brown.                                          made me think of split-top wheat, sorry, it's just in my head

The ground drowns
in a crinkled collapse                                          not exactly sure the meaning of crinkled collapse
as feet shuffle sound
through wind-cornered clusters.

Rain needles,                                                     The next two stanzas, perfectly written.
sharp as sketch book pencils,
scurry shoppers along,
run for cover, high streets.

Blotted damp under a railway arch
I pull my hood up and shudder,
bone deep,
on this top button day.                                      I like how visual this poem is, the softened, almost sad colors, but a hint of hope, too
                                                                          and the unique personality of the speaker.



As usual, you write beautifully.

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