felling leylandii
a whole year ago this week
google photos
© Rachel Green April 2025
VI.I
And like a key that's turned in some old-fashioned lock
a woman stands before her in the light.
Not a sound is heard but for the ticking of a clock
though not a single timepiece is in sight.
The figure looks familiar, she believes,
though she never in her darkest dream has seen
a face of perfect symmetry that cleaves
revulsion and desire at once, with nothing in between.
Just as she drew in shit and piss and blood
and coloured in with dyes of rotten peel
the figure she depicted upon wood
has stepped right through the realm-dividing seal.
© Rachel Green April 2025
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