The melting west
Is striped like ice-cream.
I stood, holding my breath,
In urine scented hay,
Master of life and death,
A wisp-haired judge whose law
Would punish beak and claw.
The first, from ‘Violets’, shows perfectly how a child uses their imagination to picture things as something they’re not. In the second, from ‘Barn Owl’, is a more obvious form of childish imagination;