25th August 2022
Poetry
1 minute read
Awaiting the Invasion
25th August 2022
1 minute read
All fell silent
we’ll say years from now
but it won’t be true
for the buzzing
in the stiffening blossoms
doesn’t cease
nor the rustling of
leaves, nor the creaking
of branches in the night
Stinkbugs and ladybirds
whir, crossing boundaries
between households
pigeons approach, impervious
to the axioms of
social distancing
and the nightingale’s voice sparkles
in the dark, a needle
stitching together
neighbors separated by borders & walls
into a breathing plexus, a secret
pulsating chorus