Chilled
Yeah, I’m okay;
been beatin’ up the soil
with a spade and fork
deadheading the has-beens
who no longer talk
I have to say in this bone crushing
winter I nearly gave up
but I’m alright now.
Gonna sort the pond next
and yup, many a thing has drowned
in there, and it’s still slippery-
edged.
Falling in would be a doddle.
Heather Walker is retired and lives in London. She writes poetry and short fiction. She’s been published by Paragraph Planet, The Poetrygram, and Visual Verse. Her first collection of linked flash stories entitled Where It Ends is available from Amazon. https://storyandverse.