Chain Of Leaves

Chain Of Leaves

A chain of leaves,


Willow vines leading up and up,


Grains of salt caught in the creases of my palms,


A crack in the cement,


A wick burns outwards, inventing itself.


In my dreams we say goodbye over and over,


I cradle your face in my palms


though it spreads out infinitely,


catching me


As I lay your eyes, your nose, your cheeks, your smile and the lines in its corners


into the ground


and you tell me


this place


-where you are leaving me-


to you has been


something lovely.


Artwork & Words By Rosie Brand

Continue reading

Sitting with Ghosts

Sitting with Ghosts

Hoarding Memories

Hoarding Memories


Be the first to comment.
All comments are moderated before being published.