Frog on Water – Chaucer Cameron (English)

Frog on water

I used to walk through woodland and wild garlic,
watch leap of frog, gold-green on water.

Touch nose to earth, to hear the inside of the forest,
crumple leaf against a vein that carries signs

of urban concrete. Blood and brick dust
chip away like grinding teeth of children

up-starting with night terrors who in daylight
would daydream in crosshatch, shade not colour.

The used to walk; which enters into all dreams,
terrors of small children transferred across
a generation,
a loss of frog on water.

Chaucer Cameron