The thickening xylem of vigor
Pruned back and coppiced
To remove the canopy
Which keeps those strong vibrant shoots in the shade,
While scrubbing up to our hedgerows
Our gnarled postures sticking firmly to our roots,
As they go wild,
Blossoming with some fleeting flourish that gets them noticed,
Before going to seed,
Lingering in verdant verges of vegetation,
Now blending in as opposed to blooming out.
Through the Ages
From time immemorial
we have depicted nature
through the ornate style of the Renaissance,
opening up emotions
before ending up as points
pixelated upon our walls.
Our front rooms flickering blue light,
As we warm ourselves with the familiarity,
Both frightened and enlightened
By tales that unfold as we eat.
Camping out in the wild indoors,
Everybody watching everybody else.
No longer watching ourselves,
While letting down our guard.
Anthony Ward has been writing in his spare time for a number of years. He has been published in a number of literary magazines including The Autumn Sound, The Faircloth Review, Word Gumbo, Four and Twenty, Turbulence, Torrid Literature Journal and Crack the Spine, amongst others.