Plums swaying on the plum tree
Falling fat at my feet
Down to the root of me
He’s burnt the matriarchal bed
And put it out for all to see
The ghost house across the way
I think there’s a boy still there
Though i cant see him, too scared to check
Rain run thick like tears
Down the glass
Pain
Back at the roots of me
That swaying plum tree
We picked the fruit together
Many glances to the other side
I saw you there waiting still
A presence behind a window sill
Grimy panes across the street
We jumped over the wall just to see
What lay there beneath the grass -
Were memories on broken glass -
Is always greener isn’t it
How much joy we found in horror
The thought of empty houses
And witches killing spouses
Listening to stories with the lights off
I murdered the orchid in the window
Barely a shred of light cut through
To shelter me and you
And so letting go, i stopped caring
It’s easier than you think
To stop caring when your view is obstructed
By tall buildings or broad shoulders
Yes - they’ve fucked it
I find in those dwindling hours
We look out and through the gloom
To the bright sky outside our room
And say ‘how do you do you do you do'
I am looking through windows again
Of the past, I'm saying goodbye
To the sad boy behind the rainstained pane
This time from out to within
Say goodbye to my murdered plants
As I tentatively tidy succulents
Waiting for blooms undercover
Skies, blue and deep like no other
Lying dormant in my brain.
Goodbye to plum trees
I have found a new beat
Of lemons, figs and rosemary.