I found this poem inside an acorn cup.

I found this poem inside an acorn cup.

I wanted things one way
All beauty swaying and light trees
But a maggotty wyrme bit my heart
The dread pain clacking in my leg

Gave way, I ceased to hold on
Steven Isserlis was playing the cello
The saturated sky swam upward
Until my eyes could take no more blue

A poem is a kind of folded message.

 

oak acorn botanical.jpg

Veronica Aldous  all rights reserved 2018

Painting of diseased sessile oak leaves  and old and young acorns by Veronica

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