Clap your hands


Teases two willow branches

Into curving ribs,

Mixes flour with water and,

Tongue protruding, glues

A layer of windfall feathers

Onto each,

Adds more that overlap

Like roof-tiles

Growing to a point,

Makes himself new wings,

Straps them on

Then kneels, fingers

Interlacing reverently,

Tastes cool air

As he fountains

Above the tree- tops,

Hears the faint horizon



“If you’re happy

And you know it…”

Before his patient carer

Wheels him through

To the community garden

Then pops off to see about tea.


Kevin Patrick McCann
Illustration Nick Victor

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