3 poems by Adam Warne

    quick comes squirrel

    to creep over me as he

    had rarely known

    and very intently

    on haunches

    sniff and

    scanned my surroundings

    a little irritably

    tail wagging

    “now what’s a boy to make of that?”

    the ash tree

    rose up and up

    to where

    it was the lure of

    bare branches

    sprout hands

    sure as thunder

    to shudder

    stored fat

    out from me

    “He’s wanted for about everything

    and reveal himself

    in the shallow by

    the Cistercian

    when Osbert who

    began scriptures

    until their Latin

    stolen each night

    from a field

    the hare hastes

    his family were

    with the priest

    in a child voice

    the dog could

    swear and speak

    to make sure

    here I want to focus more

    on the springs and the autumns

    and the winters and the summers

    because it gives me the greatest pleasure

    allow me to sleep on the

    only right places

    keep away

    I was terrified

    I thought of all the terrible things

    then James found a

    bluest eggshell that

    on the further field

    he was still so tired that

    he was sweating as much as

    the cow parsley

    is sprung again


    Adam Warne was born in Suffolk in 1988. He has an MA in Creative Writing from the University of East Anglia and is currently working towards a PhD at the University of Roehampton. His pamphlet Suffolk Bang was published by Gatehouse Press in 2018.