A poem for the summer solstice.
This never before published poem from Katharine Towers is the perfect poem to celebrate the summer solstice.
A Green Thought
Say instead it was an evening in head-high
bracken with its smell of dark and medicine.
Thinking green of the infecting fern
where you may crouch and not be known,
lodging your feet for good amid the stalks.
A bower is a dwelling place or once it was
a cage for pent-up singing birds.
Look down to see the warp and weft of root.
All the world is in these clutches.
Look up to clock the fern's drab underneath
blotched with spores you mustn't breathe.
Breathe in deep. There's nowhere else to live.