used to go looking for slate at the flats
forbidden building site
out of sight

 

purple chippings, smooth sided
sharp edged roofing slate
discarded

 

you picked through to find a lucky piece
one that would land according to your plan
just the right weight and shape for your hand

 

kept it with you always
an essential tool for playing Hopscotch
along with the piece of chalk you’d nicked from school

 

some bastard threw a carton on my garden last night
imagine dumping chips on my chippings…
probably jealous of my pile of slate