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Dru

Dru
 

Supper was a spicy affair;
cocooned in cardamom and chilli,
the newness of us flickering
against old stone walls.
 

The black dog slept,
woolly head on its master’s lap,
as Jack’s shape-shifting melodies
softened our edges.
 

Dusk danced at the door
as you led me outside,
draped your arm around my shoulders
and kissed me as the sky caught fire.

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Ferns

ferns
 

The sound arrives
on the tail of rain;
low-level hum
held in fiddlehead cocoons.
 

We listen, rapt,
as tender vibrations
climb velvety stems
bathed in long summer light
 

and as I lay half-curled
in the crook of your smile,
we turn our arms to the sun
and let the newness unfurl.
 
 

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