Cerulean skies

Bleeding into the ocean

Another day dies

We flutter and flap

Around flames that burn our wings

Into the darkness

In innocent eyes

Cold irony is reduced

To empty cliche

Always be my own

I need you to need me too

Never leave my side

Crevices and cracks

Make excellent homes for bats

Let’s build a new home

Silent bluebells toll

For the woods that we destroyed

To play with our toys

Hairy hoglets hide

Behind bramble and thicket

Turn their backs inside

Curled up tight all night

Hedgecubs hibernate daily

A cosy bed nest

Longing to belong

But the gaping space between

Cannot be straddled

Every single drop

Squeezed out, wrung up and mangled

Dried and fading fast

Pack away your life

Into these cardboard boxes

On the move again

Whatever I try

I can’t do this on my own

We are the forest

Untended and wild

Life goes on without us, yet

Better together

Slowly trees creep in

Taking over the grazed field

Wilderness returns

Desolate, dormant

This earth, this ground, this same land

Neglected, waiting

Just a house of cards

Tumbling down to the ground

Inevitable

Keep you locked away

Don’t let you come out to play

This is where you’ll stay

Between wake and sleep

Drifting at the edge of dreams

In half light limbo

A fork in the road

Dividing my possessions

Where do I call home?

Tectonic plates slide

The earth quakes and then divides

Find a place to hide

The work of my hands

The labour and toil of days

Has come to nothing

Anything could hide

In the groaning gloomy room

Behind that closed door

Today is your life

What are you waiting for?

Right here and right now