photography - Platon Yurich
I have wandered again
With bare skin through thickets
Sharp and piercing
And every splinter a reminder
Of memories bittersweet
When the blackberries stain my calves
As I scramble through the underbrush looking
For a glimpse of the girl who sought adventure
And wouldn’t wear her shoes
The sweetness in the air as the thudding rain beckons
Time to shape shift through the hedge and on
To where stories are made and unravelled
Like threads of lace strewn across thorns
Catching mist and dew drops in their arms
It is such a strange thing to see the world alone
Wondering at the labyrinth existence of it all
I have been calling through the hedgerow again
Longing for thunderstorms
The long fingertips that curve across a wooden staff
Leading on
I breathe deep of all my inextinguishable hopes
For here in the hedgerow
They sustain me
- Joey Morris 2020