Literary Vegan

I always stepped off the bus  By the bombed-out church  When the sky was navy blue And falling into streetlight stars  On lamp-posts. Bold Street lit up The red brick outline, The blown-out windows, My hollowed-out heart. The trees inside were  Shadow black, But the friendliest ghosts - They marked the start  Of the unknown night Steps and cobblestones Towards something. For the first time in my life,  I felt free  Not to choose - I wandered off where there was music, The silent walls behind me. C. LJ Ireton 2023

It is all for Days like these - Typing while the tea Seeps and cools on the side,  Crows with anxiety   Raise cat eyes at the open window Triangle breeze - Enough of the world  For now. Everytime the clouds tease A divine moment, White fur rolls towards the  Square of Sun. There is no obligation To 'be' any type of person - Even yourself, Scattered on the floor Somewhere with your clothes - You can pick up the bits you choose Tomorrow, Use the same cup If you want.  C. LJ Ireton 2023

  I do not want to see a rainbow sometimes -  I want one, always, in my hands; To carry mystery-coloured flame through  The smokey street of tired people. Some will say: ‘I want that’. Others will find it ‘distracting’. Those who favour grey will complain that it’s not ‘Appropriate’. And while they argue, I will stroke the original ghosts Of colour, Untouched by fumes or opinion And keep walking. C. LJ 2023

I stretch out Winter under the water Muscles yawning into light blue - Blinking away black skies, Stillness  And who I was on land. C. LJ 2023 

I sink my skin into the soil Place a beginning Under a black, damp blanket. I am an instrument Of the making magic - The Sun says so. I touch more places, But some only see dirt - Ask me to clean it up. I can not understand resistance  To scattered bits of beauty. I have faced it all my life. What kind of soul  Would  not want  This earth Filled with flowers?  LJ Ireton  C. 2023