Academic journal article Hecate

Elizabeth

Academic journal article Hecate

Elizabeth

Article excerpt

is the time of blue Wellington boots,

from the start

she leans towards me,

gasping endings.

she is stone benches

and everything beside the broken pond,

the leaks, the small birds, the unhappy

roses: she is half and sometimes empty.

she is crowded, my tomato plants,

the window sill,

unexpected guests, unplayed guitars,

an evening plan.

she is flowers

held, an imperfect grip,

the cat afoot, purple sheets,

the cold spring again.

she is travelling balm, black soil,

the onion shoots,

cream and cake, the candied flowers,

a tender hand.

she is the heated blanket,

the war I'm waging with the slugs,

precision, a closed door,

the red walls, a pain unbending. …

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