Ridge
Half a crescent moon
pokes over Hergest Ridge
like a shark’s fin.
Dawn
:1:
Ploughlines cut into the metal of the engraver's plate.
:2:
Burin-moon has scraped its line in the copper earth.
:3:
Ink from night's supply poured in every groove.
:4:
Ready the press when sky folds against earth.
:5:
Ready the dawn, and the sharpness of the image printed.
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