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The wild rabbit

The wild rabbit and the water rat wait for me  wait - before the rustle into shadows, the under. I am silent. The see-through me hovers in that secret country plain where small creatures pause - leaving fear in the earth  for five of my heartbeats. Why are you rushing, really? When human footsteps  scare away the living soft, the underbelly of what you call good for your soul on other days. LJ Ireton 2024.

Daisy days

You have known daisy days; staring up at sunflowers who don't look down - they have their own things to talk about against their blue background. How forlorn you feel then -   like a necklace pearl in the grass, polished. But the moon sees you, it does; in the deep purple dusk,  small, perfect, star. LJ Ireton 2024

The oxygen place

You pull me back down when I chase after stars:   moon tiaras,  then struggle to breathe - the oxygen place. Sometimes my brain blurs ghosts and phantoms on the road - I'm afraid to walk until you trace each tall, grey lamppost. I tangle myself into talented nightmares a lot, sparkling knots. you speak like a comb - I collect the glitter.  LJ Ireton 2024

Bronze birds, yellow flowers

My sunflowers are half-sun, half-rust ring unusual - the petals are starting to drift still beautiful, lone flyers like the bronze wings above them flying right over the sun -  a clawed kite, haloed fork tail stirring me from numb wordlessness.  I write of this flame that you might know  the yellow flower, look up - up, where prayers go, riding briefly on birds of prey.  That the hollow cold of not knowing can fill, burn with just a flutter past the eye, a kingfisher blur, like orange sugar to a curious mind  wandering in the shade.  LJ Ireton, 2024

On rubble, mammals & standing suns

The morning revealed rubble, burnt books - But on another building, artwork elephants. I grow sunflowers in the city - The city covered in soot. They summon you through dirt dripped lines, rust eyes imploring on stalks. Like the trunks talking to each other On the wall no-one stopped to look at Before. When others rage I want to make  replications of this earth in the night and wake to find more elephants.  LJ Ireton 2024