Helen Grant

By Big Rocks

The buzzard perched on a utility pole
in the hills above Goodwick.
We whir underneath, in the van
through all these steep
and glorious fields.

Explosions of rocks jut out
and hide the waiting sea,
the ferry on its way to Ireland.
Somewhere here, is an Iron age fort,
but we can’t find a sign of it;
not a stone among the brambles.

Clusters of gorse hold tight
in the smacks of wind, as do
the utility poles; their shaking cables
going on and on, dicing the sky
that is speckless
except for a buzzard
that soars.

Helen Grant has been published in several magazines such as The Poetry Review, The North and Ink, Sweat and Tears. She was longlisted for The Live Canon award 2019, shortlisted for The Mairtin Crawford award 2019 and Creative Future Writer’s award 2020 and was a finalist in The League of Poets competition 2021.