My fire is back - four poems mostly realised today. Only one for you. I am saving my others. They need small tweaks.
Peeling off labels
Keg Wood, Sunny Corner, Happy Valley.
Names that divide spaces, labels for where land dips.
To me a forest I found with O'Malley,
ropeswing trees and the door we knock to wake the witch.
Sunny Corner, Happy Valley, Keg Wood,
signposts and pathways, benches and direction.
Still, I mis-kiss the boy they told me was no good.
Heart-store the canopy, the light, the rejection.
Happy Valley, Keg Wood, Sunny Corner,
Now I read signs, ignore them, as my young prince hides.
Half career, half tumble, down a slope, clothes are torn,
I gather splinters, mud. Hoard butterflies inside.
I love it. x