Monthly Archives: October 2020

What once we knew as

“Wet behind the ears,” becomes

Has “the bloom of youth.“

Eradicate weeds

With a deadly orange dust

Think not of life’s cost

When my friends and I went into the ruins

That days homework we were doing

The teacher had told the class to find

If the builders had left anything behind

But we only found things left by lovers wooing

Deep within dark caves

Each slow drip immortalised

Frozen in the drop

It feels like it was only yesterday

When all the children used to dance and play

Under the old knarled chestnut tree

With the sounds of laughter and shrieks of glee

And now all the players I knew have gone

But the tree, like my memories, lingers on

Wildfires scorch the earth

Acrid clouds shade sunlit skies

Craving Winter rains