Beautiful Creatures, Poem, Poetry

Nick Allen

Clydesdales

 in the field that starts where woodland ends
 five megalithic beasts stand their great stone feet

 in the dew     waiting for the sun to shorten
 their shapes    three are the colour of stout two

 a deep nut ale     flanks twitch as if something
 wakes within     nostrils snort alive against

 a blue sky    small clouds that carry themselves
 to a silver dollar moon hanging cold above



Nick’s first collection the riding and his pamphlet the necessary line were published by Half Moon Books, Otley. His recent collaboration with York based artist Myles Linley, between two rivers, was published by Maytree Press, Marsden. 
He helps organise Rhubarb at the Triangle, a spoken word evening in Shipley, West Yorkshire.