I heard what was said
it's just
it didn’t sound like what was meant.
It sounded
heady as honeysuckle set against pink and mauve evening skies
like fresh mown grass on warmed damp earth
with sweet garden strawberries under the highest blue sky
and cool green shade on a scorching summer’s day.
Entirely idyllic.
Which with retrospect should have been the clue
I should have remembered also
the streaming eyes
and heavy head of pollen sickness
that wasps are drawn to sticky sweetness
and that your bones will chill if you spend all your time in the shade
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Becky Walker
Pawnbroker (please don't ask) by day, artist and spoken word performer by-whenever-else. My written word is where I play with the personal as I feel vulnerable enough up in front of people already and I don't want that getting worse!
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