i heard a scuttle in the bushes
and listened
sensed an angel suffering from a fall
the sounds my body makes
when standing still

gravel crunched as the postman turned
leaving a bank statement
and a 2 for 1 offer on pizzas

under the bushes
i saw where a blackbird had scattered
twigs and leaves
in its search for food and living

Selected byJordan Trethewey
Image credit:Nicolas DC

Cameron McClure doesn’t exist. He is the pen-name for a  permanently retired civil servant who lives in Northern Ireland and likes nothing better than competitive banter over a pint or two. He believes it will all come right on the night because he’s happier that way and no-one has yet proved him wrong though a lot of well-meaning people try to for some reason.