Collage

half-moon half-townscape
a sky mirror
Christmas pudding
Moon craters
dry and crisp
rocks tough on the teeth.
Brandy sauce clouds dribbling,
pouring,
pointed skyscrapers
stick hard in the throat,
sore for swallowing.

An altered lunar view.

Enquiring, demanding.
The cow’s curly fringe
vision screened,
snuffly wide nose
one bony horn
curling
could catch,
an antler-ruck,
in the rhododendron skeletons,
Twining in the shade
good for hiding

And cold cold lake
snowmelt water
fresh and clean,
good for drinking.