Frieda Hughes: The Road to Vultures

In her latest exclusive poetry column, Frieda Hughes takes us on a dazzling journey, surrounded by feathers and bird song...

‘Egyptian vultures strutted their whites right out of their hieroglyphs; feathered heads’ (Frieda Hughes)

The road lost its white line on a right turn, then it narrowed and bent. Gravel gathered

As it narrowed again. Verges disappeared into hedges where two strings of tarmac

Straddled a whole central fringe of an ecosystem. Gutters of broken stone