Folded – They’ve Tried

Folded. Yes, folded. They bend and score and twist and press, but I will not be made as they. Not for a day. No, not a day. Opened. Yes, opened. All flowers must bloom, petals unfurling to take in the sun. The butterflies will come. Yes, they will come. Beautiful. Yes, beautiful. This world of […]

Forgotten to Bloom

Forgotten to Bloom Every morning the flowers in the meadow raised their heads. I watched them from the riverbank as a scirocco licked my bare legs and arms, the birds and the bees, too. Summer lasted longer than normal; each new year the same. Still the flowers clasped shut unwilling to colourise my little corner […]

The Rustling

The Rustling They attacked with banging guns and booming rockets, an unnecessary commotion, striking as though we were leaves on an autumn tree awaiting winter winds. Perhaps we were in our russet way? Fall, some called it, the time when one generation made room for the next. Whether or not the giant oak wished it, […]

Feathered

Author’s Note: As you all know, I have a memory like a sieve. I’ve been turfing out some old writing, the following being one of them. I have no idea when or why I wrote it, but it seemed a pity to waste. I hope you enjoy. Feathered I flew between ancient oaks skimming their […]