Dream catchers
Cinnamon dust
Satin ribbons
Perfect pie crusts
Fairy tales
Silver chains
I knew of pastels
And purple moon rains
Hill view gardens
Forget me nots
I brought home rabbits
To grand mum’s cot
Bright red murals
Cotton handkerchiefs
I potted a plant
On occupied window sills
Wilted leaves
Crumpled whites
Peeling off pictures
No saying goodbyes
Grand mum’s no more
White and pink are passΓ©
Forgotten blooms
Gardens are blasΓ©
A white rotund moon,
Broken colour pencils
Rusted jewellery
Stories don’t stand still
Flat meringues
Dress ends are frayed
Microbial dust
And bloody nightmares