Poetry Centre

Hedena’s Dun

  • Sunday: the chance to see what lies beyond the London Road.
    Slip back a century or two among the stone
    abodes, the ringing sunshine through the streets,
    gates swung ajar; a woman greets you as you pass.
    Then, the sudden sight of quarry-chiselled meadows or,
    around a hedgerow, plunging fields,
    light ruffling the grass against its grain.

    *Hedena’s Dun was the original name for Headington

    by Gillian Pink