when the visitors departed
the pen rests were broken
and the ink had been spilled

when the visitors departed
the pen rests were broken
and the ink had been spilled

dawn leached into the sky
an inverse mirror to the tea that brewed into the water
Many years ago
today
she arrived crying in the world.
Later I remember she would smile.
Some years more
but still today
and many miles away from her
his parents felt their world complete.
They smiled.
Never knowing
but through the years
they lit the candles together
laughing in a distant unison.
He did not know
and nor did she
and now she is not here
and he does not remember.
For years now
since she left
the celebrations have been singular
but heartfelt
by all.
It would be inaccurate to say
I remember chalk springs
and water meadows.
Memory implies they no longer live inside me,
shaping my future,
the clarity of the water chilling my bones.
I can never forget them
or the colour of the foliage
or the too-soon long walk home.
in response to a tweet from @londonlitlab 15/07/21
I sing
and I dance
when I am happy
alone or together
I sing
and I dance
when I am happy
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soft rain on hot stone
your hand on my heart
essential actions
I rewrapped the present
in its tatty old scorched brown paper
I gave you all my moments
grass slowly grows
star daisy-crowned
turns to face the moon
silence in the shadows
a tigerish smile played
like a butterfly on her lips
blowing a kiss to tomorrow