Notebooks and Other Poems

By Stephen Kingsnorth Notebooks The beetle carried rainbow, iridescence in the black; it scurried from my bootstraps, submerged, buried beneath muck. Colour frequent underground, stealing treasure from our eyes, good reason for us digging, to unearth the pirate‚Äôs horde. I notice it when talking to shy backward-stepping folk - reluctant rays from limelight, momentary centre … Continue reading Notebooks and Other Poems