Mud

In the pitch of my wintering
My earth yearns
For the push and burn
Of your green unfurl
Through my velvet dark

Lotus

Without the breaking
Of your form
Or the shuddering heaviness
Of you collapsed,
—Yet holding me—
I would not rise

I would never rise
Cracking reaching screaming for
My sun dreams
My leaf dreams
My flower dreams
Roaring me into colour
Opening opening opening

Until I fall back
Into your earthy arms
Again

Images: Xuan Nguyen, Joel Naren

A Poem by Deirdre Gleeson