**Ungrown**
by christopher-james-heyworth
During this sort of fallow period
my inventiveness has been
hibernating within for the months
that are beginning to feel endless
where are the fresh shoots ?
Do I need a salvo to stir
the soil so that like poppies
long lying in wait under
too undisturbed soil pop their
red clarion call being vivified ?
Here I chop down pen not spade
and loosen the words waiting the
flowering of fresh inspiration.
There - just a flick of the wrist.
(c) C J Heyworth September 2014