Then come the children, with their little hands and their games: squeeze the flower from the sepal, ‘granny-pop-out-of-bed.’ But Jenny knows how to feed herself, to choke life from a threat. So keeping playing; sustain her for another month.
Bindweed – Creeping Jenny – scatters the hedgerow like sheet music. White notes on green pages, a silk trumpet song of persistence. From the picnics of July to the drizzle of October, Jenny survives; they call her a weed for it.
Then come the children, with their little hands and their games: squeeze the flower from the sepal, ‘granny-pop-out-of-bed.’ But Jenny knows how to feed herself, to choke life from a threat. So keeping playing; sustain her for another month.
Bill Sells
29/10/2021 02:00:12 pm
Beautifully done!
Alex Bestwick
5/11/2021 10:44:09 am
Thank you, Bill! (And sorry for the late reply, I'm only just noticing this was posted!)
Sue Clayton
30/10/2021 03:48:39 am
Nothing survives better than creeping weeds. Comments are closed.
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