Each day the wood-chipped path
would creep in through lace holes
and scrawl its earthen signature
upon her socks.
Collared wind blew
the secrets of the leaves through a tangle
of whistling hair
The labelled trees, landmarks to tourists
on the nottinghamshire tree-trail
reached to her
when she froze on the bench
to miss the dining hall.
birds of paradise
chirping in a minor lament
of their chicken-wire palace
understood,
only.
when they drained the lake to search
for a body,
and the parched park cried leaf-crisps
in red and orange, they were warned
from walking alone
and the grass stretches ached for
musing students to sprawl
chatter on its back.
then, as seasons cast a veil
on the rumours and caution,
she was
taller, and handed
to a boy.
they deciphered
the war memorial's
foreign symbols
for something to talk about.