and i wonder how branches can be
so tall and yet so low,
but then again i’m on the ground,
pair of birds have begun to nest for spring.
if i had an expanse of feathers
i would clamber to the column of branches
wither yet stride and don’t sway despite
frost melting last Monday
like to think someone loved me once
always shown my ankles,
the scabby grazes from the past
continue to cause an unyielding itch above the heel,
that the woman who i won’t see again stares
in a prolonged session of observation
in the new surrounding
ABOUT:
Daphne Harries is a seventeen-year-old Welsh and Australian poet currently living in East Yorkshire. A commended Foyle Young Poet of the Year for 2022, when Daphne isn’t writing, she can be found reading mythology or baking.
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EDITOR'S SONG PAIRING
Amy Guess (Comatose)