Stephen Robertson

Slanting Lines

South London standoff

An ordinary suburban junction.

Narrow side road curves to join

a bend on a bigger road.  The pavements

curl around, leaving two small raised triangles

of city herbage in city clag

—a handful of trees, bulbs

and other plants.

On one

a stately ram, great curved horns

stands tense, alert and staring.  A few

feet away, a sheep, cowering

—and a lamb, sensing danger


On the other

the source of danger

a wolf crouches

his senses tingling, too.

Around them, the flowers bloom and wither

and bloom again.  They’ve been there

for a decade now.