Poppies - Jane weir

• written by - Jane weir
• run my fingers through the gelled blackthorns of your hair
• hoping to hear your playground voice catching on the wind
• inscriptions on the war memorial, leaned against it like a wishbone
• her stomach busy making tucks, darts, pleats
• all my words flattened, rolled, turned into felt, slowly melting
• crimped petals/ spasms of paper red
• Caesura

  • Trying to keep it together
  • Pausing to try remain in control
• enjambment

  • Flood of emotions