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.

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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.

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Perfect Day

I remembered that day today
floating in the ocean with you
as if we were in the Med
everything looked new
it was the perfect day
the sea was glassy
the sand burning underfoot
the sun in the sky
beating down and everything was still.
we ate fish and chips
on the seafront, my wet hair
drip
drip
ing
down my back
as the sun went down
and the heat of the day was gone
the sweet glow that we felt
began to trickle away
as if it had all been a dream.

sea, pebbles on beach, south east

Summer Nostalgia: Swimming

The last of these summer nostalgia posts as we roll, sadly, into Autumn. 


Our hair is dripping wet. The smell of chlorine sticks to our skin. We wear old t-shirts over our swimsuits and we are constantly laughing and smiling. We run around, jump into the water, scream and shout. The days are endless. They go on forever. We swim into the night. And sleep with our hair still wet, soaking the pillow as we fall into deep sleeps.