Literary Vegan

I find myself in buildings Where I can't be barefoot  Among the lavender, Inside where constellations Don't reach, Among adults Who see glitter as dust To be hoovered up. I want to leave more beauty,  More reflections of the light In every place  And moment  That I find. I want to regrow the garden With elements of space And watch you wonder  As words reveal stars And electric lights, The Universe. Some people can see through walls. And some need windows They didn't know  Existed. LJ Ireton 

It is a thirsty, yellow hot morning. My thoughts are squandered, flat under the heat Struggling to grow ideas, I look up and I see the moon - A hovering hologram from the black hours. I am relieved for the reminder Of the night world - The dreams about beckoning green seas And hastening purple skies, All the magic that comes to me in the mysterious dark. If the Sun allows a ghost Moon, Midnight inspiration must also be somewhere, Lingering in the arid day. LJ Ireton 

He still sleeps directly over my heart - The way he did as a tiny cat  With fluffy stick-up fur and surprised blue eyes.  Sleek, long and amber now, with a deep, loud, purr,  His long paw rests across my chest.  'Mum' he says, By laying down his head,  Tucking his chin into my heartbeat. LJ Ireton 

Once on the page, Your creation lives. The tea party Never sleeps And someone, Somewhere Will be Pulling  Up A Chair. LJ Ireton

The quiet child in the corner, reading, Is strong -  They are facing a giant of some kind, Slaying it in silence. LJ Ireton

I rub at my skin Suddenly not knowing  The blood sparkling  Underneath. Poison lurks there, bubbling, Burning every belief I had - Even of what poison is. I try to touch all the things I was told - Hold on to the shape of me in my head But all ideas fall through my fingers now With the hot desert sands Scratching My senses, My self. One minute of magic  Has undone me. Deep, deep under my bones A sleeping history has awaken - Looking like the enemy. My worst fear crawls, rises to the surface - And I'm afraid of what I see. But even worse,  I'm afraid that I like it. (Inspired by Rose in Twin Crowns) C. LJ Ireton 2022

At Twilight the solar lamps  Turn on in the park - Happy to take on the night shift. The buttercups and daisies Are bright yet Around the water, The atmosphere floating down, Darker. The Moorhen chicks meep, Scooting into the reeds to retreat As rain starts to drip on the pond. I sit in this liminal time On a bench While calm hovers But some power wakes. My thoughts are like the insects I can see clearly on the  Paths with no people -  Free to crawl out Searching for something  Trying to describe Why they like this time  So much.  LJ Ireton