The Bed Of The Couple
Green woods, bluebell carpets underfoot, where
you can imagine Church men wincing to
see the season celebrated. Lovers
trysting; two intwining as one, startling
wood pigeons. Mossy beds look inviting.
Feel a little voyeuristic, but the
couple are oblivious to us, caught
up in the season of sap rising, more
energy, run through the Bel fires, cast
off what no longer serves – I vow that I
will no longer work excessively, love
myself, close that laptop, make more time for
things like “Welcome in the May oh – Summer
is a-comin’ in, winter’s gone away”.
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