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.