Shamrock
I’m holding the damp spray close.
The leaves are tender.
They reek of innocence.
Once, you bunched a sprig
on my lapel – an elf-lock
green as nature
in perpetual Spring.
I was an ungreened girl.
You were my ruin.
Miriam Sulhunt lives in Edinburgh where she writes poetry and short fiction. Her poems have been published in Poetry Scotland, Lighten-Up-Online and in various anthologies.