
John Masefield
Frank Skinner's Poetry Podcast
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The Partridge Alarm
If I read it like this, here they lie mottled to the ground unseen. The nosing pointers put them from their rest. It's been rest in these birds that were linked together from the nest. What was a breathing creature, a group of connected creatures who were just resting, they have gone. And you can hear the iambic pentameter.
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