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


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    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.