Poem: Let’s Talk

Let’s Talk

Once I lit a tiny spark And it caught some leaves amongst the dark It furled and fought the howling wind Only growing louder And never did it thin

Once I ripped a paddling pool It spit and spat and began to drool The waves began to crash and grow And it followed me up the hill Onto my toes

Once I split a bag of seeds At first just a smattering of glistening beads But that summer they grew and thrived And I wondered why I had kept them So deprived in their tiny bag

Once I told my friend That I often had thoughts Of despairing and no hope of mend And of tying myself in knots

Once my friend told me Not to put the fire out For I would be unable to see Not to try to close the hole Or hide the words in the undergrowth

Once my friend told me Let’s Talk

M. van der Heiden Editor in Chief