Garland 


A garland of leaves,

Suspended.

My fingers itch to dip this moment in resin.

Cut it out and wear it.

I want these colours against my skin.

Tangled in my hair.

I want their stillness,

Depth and vibrancy.

I could lie amongst them,

Pale skin against dark water.

Dark hair floating amongst golden leaves.

A modern Ophelia.

A painting to be hung in a gallery,

For small children to skip past.

Instead I take a photo and walk on.

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