Today’s choice

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Gill Horitz

 

 

 

Cyclamen

I woke to workers with blades
along the verge, yellow-jacketed
to signify contracted rights
to hack and scythe died-back
bracken and living saplings
to a brown shrivel.

What a story to be part of,
forlorn in the telling
of nature diminished
by men being masterful.

But remember their look
before the blades,
petals of quiet white
circle a deeper plot.

 

 

Gill Horitz’s poetry & essays have been published in magazines and anthologies, and a short story in Cheatin’ Heart, published by Serpent’s Tail.  Her pamphlet All the Different Darknesses’was published by Cinnamon Press. Gill lives in Wimborne, Dorset.  gillhoritz.cargo.site

Jo Farrant

We’re stuck on a scene, frozen, like the ice cubes I begged Mum to get with the little flowers in them. Like taking a test in the school gym but your knees are so big they’re banging into the desk.