Mother’s Day

Wrapped in her silks
the blue and the dim and the dark,
mists of scent,

eyes closed against
the half-light.
Together we

squares and shades,
beneath spires
like washed bone.

We walk together faded
hand in hand,

we mime.
She treads softly, no

where she stood.



Julie Mullen is a writer living near London. She spent her working life in a library and now enjoys singing and yoga, but not at the same time. She has recently completed an MA in Creative Writing and has work published in Allegro Poetry, Minute Magazine, Dreams Walking, Dreich and a poem in Deep Time 2 published by Black Bough.