Photographs taken in South Cambridgeshire, October 2022.
Poem from the poetry collection Cats and Other Myths by J.S.Watts (published by Lapwing Publications 2011)
Writing Woods
She is lucid
Like a clear glass bowl of fresh water
In sunlight
When she speaks rivers
Chlorophyll flows brightly in her veins
And through her fingertips
Like lit green fuses
As she exhales grass
Words drop from her pen
Like the rain’s tears
And a soft wind calms anxious hedgerows
With promises of spring
When she writes woods
But now I am just writing
Her writing woods
And you are reading
Me writing her writing
As the trees grow further and further back
And the sky mirror becomes clouded
Because we bind ourselves in words
That stop the leaves from falling
Or growing either
J.S. Watts
