She grew in the coldest soil, furling

the edges of her roots together, even

now refusing to spread out. She fed

 

us stomach aches for dinner, my brother

sprouting like a weed. She wrapped us up

warm in fleece with dishpan hands, always

 

preparing for a storm, sending us out into the world

in little yellow raincoats and watching us

down the garden path from the greenhouse.

cinquefoil

< Previously published in: Pennine Platform Magazine

see also

Divorce for Dummies - Ink, Sweat & Tears

Wake - Foyle Young Poets Commended Anthology 2017

Ledbury - Ledbury Poetry Festival 2018 (Commission)

Millennials & Rare Sightings - PUSH Magazine

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