by Caroline Whalley
I amble around my end of terrace Revelling in the time spent re fashioning my borrowed triangle of earth knowing what it has meant to be gifted this space Casting seeds like spells and implanting trees and shrubs I now embrace Part of my extended self, now I am this place.
Day 13, of what will be a ‘one a day’ poem. By the end of April 2021, 30 poems will create a series written throughout the month of April 2021. Each poem covers a fragment, a snippet taken consecutively throughout a day.