Literary Vegan

My cat swirls around the solid floor, Head first, like an slick otter in a stream - This is how she shows happiness. We have the words, so many words, But underneath, or before, The soul knows how to dance, How to purr.  LJ Ireton 2023

I thought wishing Was meant to be weightless - An entire silver world  Existing within a snowflake. But somehow, carrying Beautiful imaginations For a long time Only makes them Heavier.  LJ Ireton 2023

It was an equinox- A mourning  I stroked the shell of a horse chestnut seed With my thumb  And crows cawed under Grey clouds neon - Causing the Sun to tumble out  As if confused from sleep, Burning on instinct - Unsure who had summoned, But eager to answer. And even with my face to the fire, Remembering, A cold future snaked along my skin - Because all is in-between  Isn't it? Ever moving - We long for one star or another, With reverie or inertia, Lacking the steadiness of birdsong, Of singing whatever the sky.  LJ Ireton 2023  

The flower suns have fallen, Releasing small sleeping stars Encased in beetle shells Into my hands. I sit, pensive Looking at where the high petals were - Their gold pink now given to Gloaming September skies, The blood blush in the cold. Maybe nothing goes  But is in another place to find As the world turns.  Still, it is harder to see in the dark And I prefer to be barefoot With the transient flowers at twilight. LJ Ireton 2023