Poem: Spring Bower

20th April 2022

Skin of April, new this year that scent; sun upon
Unbroken from blue.
Hot deckchair canvas, such a seaside-striped flavour.

All around, leaf-breath breeze;
Here, sheltered bees bumble newstem green to fresh petal colour,
While heating creaking gorse
Fumes out childhood sweetshop memories.

In the thermalpurring company of a stonesprawl cat,
Greek island daydreams
Under a tatty broad raffia hat-brim –
The all of her apparel.

© Christopher Jessop 2022