But vines on the up
Writhing fresh
Valor, colour
Gilding the pickets
In clover
With bursts of tiny blooms
Prettying the smoke
And oak
And I went quiet
Because I want quiet
And marred so healthy
And then marred no more
Did they grow overnight?
While asleep I healed
While asleep I tied
Free from worship
And wickedness
For the teenage demigods
Rotting away in the gun meadows
And I saw clean
In valiancy
Heavy
And scintilla
Written by Nia Di Gennaro