The Trees Have Listened

Two Sundays back I visited Home with my family. I took a walk through the woods, stood on the marble staircase and felt my hair rise in the breeze. Aslan let me ride on his back but when he turned to stone I realised it was time to go. What a shame.

Stone Bridge, Stone Globe and Roman Temple
Tall boys with windswept hair they rule the fields;
My family and I they warmly welcomed
The leaves curled inwards and pianos singed.

Wandering through, along the river's path
Lay something Dead. its breath
Stung me like nettle soup.
a withered "ahh" on glass, it disappeared and gasped
Ripples of water - two,three,four - and mute
Gazes of passers-by on branches without wood.

The morning dew slivered with spring romance
And it was joy, and it was assonance.

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Sailor Coat, Topshop
Oatmeal Cardigan, thrifted
Denim Tiered Dress, H&M
Specked Tights, gift
Boots, Clarks