Carnations

Oscar Wilde’s poetry, plays and stories meant a lot to me when I was young, as did his trial and imprisonment for a love ‘that dared not speak its name’ back then. Lying on the lawn laughing as I turn the page I catch sight of the flower its shouting bloody vermillion...

Jen

I don’t see her often, but I love the connection I feel with this old friend. A butterfly poised between rest and flight – will she stay for a moment this time? The girl from the deep her mouth smiling her brown eyes shining. Complex being delicate touch with...

Swan

I wanted to say this out loud to a picnicking family on the riverbank. The swan’s neck don’t stick out white for you don’t make patterns for painters on fold-up chairs in bright landscapes. Strained jerk for orange peel and cast-away mustardy crusts that stretch ain’t...

Robin

In my home long ago, my desk looked out on a rambling rose. Robin comes to leaves that freckle my window thinking to hide in the red of rosehips soft tangerine-breasted bird. Feet wound hard over brown thorns patch on green-patterned leaves clear pip of your song cuts...

Please

A notice in a campsite kitchen set me daydreaming about applying similar thinking to our precious rural environment. Please leave this sink in the same state as you would wish to find it. Please leave this kitchen in the same state as you would hope to find it. Please...