This poem was originally published in an anthology called Revolution of the Undertones, by Scrap Paper Press. It’s no longer available to buy, so here it is for you on this week’s edition of my old publications!
Orange Blossoms
Orange blossoms fill the tree
where I used to play.
I’d swing
and reach to touch the sky,
cry out the names of clouds
And never fear to live!
The ringing laughter I used to make
Echoes
out from the long abandoned past.
never heard in this place,
anymore. Not anymore.
For the orange blossoms fill it now;
This tree is theirs.
the only sign
of it’s once and ne’er more
Queen,
the frayed rope of that old
board swing,
Too high in the branches
to ever be removed.