174 Garden

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There was a fresh weave hidden in the tropical leaves of anticipatory buds. The charmed mess interconnected the sunshine and photosynthesis occurred.

You see photosynthesis is nothing to do with cameras, it is capturing light and everything to do with image.

This was all happening while the cows in the garden were causing an explicit harmony. If it were not for Mother they would have charged at me.

But instead grazed into the hedgerows and made their way back, meandering to the fields of broken stone.

If only they could find real grass like ours?

Seldom touched the ground and hovered just slightly above fresh hewn stone fields.

These were the peace fields of Iraq.

And only one epitaph read: ‘Fought, won and died’.

But the holiest of the brood, kept flocking crows from leaving debris in the corners of the stone fields, about half a mile from our fresh leaf garden.

POEM BY AB X.

Eco-poetics workshop at The Discovery Centre, Winchester, Winchester Poetry Festival, with Caleb Parkin.

‘The Fruiting Body’ by Caleb Parkin, (Nine Arches, 2021).