Literary Vegan

In my high-heeled twenties  I thought flowers had be earned. That I had to put myself in your way To captivate you and Prove how beautiful I was By your words. Now I am older, I like to be barefoot. I know that wildflowers bloom divine On a breath, dressed sky blue red  For the Sun - Whether seen by you, Or no-one.  LJ Ireton 2023

We are perfect stillness - My two circled cats and I. Outside, the wind is Crying, chaotic - A reedy sound slipping  In through the walls To haunt our contentment,  Only for the contrast to enhance it. I light another candle, A silent soldier Against the cold And I write  About both Needing each other For a poem.  LJ Ireton 2023

In the darkest time, Under the mid-season blue sky, I find each Robin by their song, Heralding me into this  Cobalt morning From three trees - An open-beaked tryptich.  Everything about me is reluctant. Everything about you  Beckons  The whole cold Earth To come and turn under your tiny feet. And I do - Walk under the Exhaling, Heat-coloured hearts Of Winter.  LJ Ireton 2023

You can hear the wings Of a restless heart - Beat, beat  Beating against  Its resistance. There are no fae-like fluttering dreams For those whose Imagination never sleeps, But a weighted emerald bird, With a sharp beak; Always waiting on something In this slow world - A heavy hope, creation Hovering In a ball of energy Beating until You can see Her. LJ Ireton 2023