Our Kingdom

Trace the paths
with your fingertips
see where they disappear
into nothing, hedges
and secret places.

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See where our world
begins and ends
stays within the hedgerows
that border this kingdom,
a land of make-believe.

*

See where the grass
dips, where the banks
roll away and the daffodils
bloom, where we lie
under the blossom tree.

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See where we grow
like flowers blooming
in the wild, secret, protected
and rooted in the soil,
the fabric of this place.

blossom on tree, spring,

Traces of Summer [Creative]

A mug, left on a wall, rainwater collected in the bottom.

A curled up towel on the corner of the lawn.

A forgotten chair, tossed upside down by the wind.

Nature has reclaimed them for its own.

afternoon sun in fowey

Leaving [Creative]

It’s hard to believe that it’s time to go

that this time tomorrow it will all

feel like a dream

that I can’t quite remember.

Now, this reality seems more

than anything else – the rest of the world

doesn’t quite exist

out the corner of my eye.

For me, the river, the boats

the narrow streets and the dreamers charm

seem more real

than anything else in this world –

and elsewhere might as well

not quite exist anymore.