Friday 20 September 2013

Willow

We headed for the broken house,
Eager and ready,
Stealing was our aim ~

Swathes of felled willow branches,
Alive on the dead bonfire,
Green and vibrant in the sun
A chance to continue our regeneration
Rummagers we are, using what's left behind.

It would cost hundreds Daisy explained,
Choosing the strongest branches,
To get this stuff in, but it's growth hormone
Is an elixir in gardening circles.

Deftly she rolled them into coils,
Filling several bags ~
I kept watch over the fields
For signs of misunderstandings.

And back to the car her heart
In her throat, bags of willow and nothing
But white vans on the road ~
Surely the owners of the dump returned.

But no, nothing but the road then
Desolate in Scottow. An unexpected shine
Of autumn's last act, and willow for us
To grow again, a fence to weave.

Throughout she smiled, knowing her
Choice was more than saving those coins.
"I'll use the thinner vines to tie" she said,
"So that the willow is guided the right way"