It’s Sunday.
You are collecting rhododendrons
from the front garden with kitchen scissors.
I’m searching for ladybirds–
a new population has sprouted
and each flowerbed crawls
with scarlet beads.
I block their path
with an outstretched palm,
and when they climb aboard
they tickle a spiral around my arms.
we have built them a paradise,
a shoe-box of beetle dreams.
Our favourite is Arabella, who
has one spot out of place,
but we think it makes her more beautiful.
Apr 27, 2012
Apr 27, 2012 at 5:55 PM UTC
It’s Sunday.
You are collecting rhododendrons
from the front garden with kitchen scissors.
I’m searching for ladybirds–
a new population has sprouted
and each flowerbed crawls
with scarlet beads.
I block their path
with an outstretched palm,
and when they climb aboard
they tickle a spiral around my arms.
we have built them a paradise,
a shoe-box of beetle dreams.
Our favourite is Arabella, who
has one spot out of place,
but we think it makes her more beautiful.
