harebell

by Simon Ravenscroft

Find me under a pile of old leaves then

pretending not to feel this

or pretending there could be a way

to have you as if in parentheses

within the sentences of life

you would be a flowering or something

and when you look at me with that globe look

and hesitate on the edge

and all is washed bare

we would be free briefly as the breeze

making its way around the crust 

of this whole earth

in its chalk whiteness

a sudden blueness

sans thorn

Simon Ravenscroft lives in Cambridge, England. His work has recently been published in Meniscus, Trampoline, Red Ogre Review, The Alchemy Spoon, Swifts & Slows, JAKE, Ink Sweat & Tears, and other places. He is a Fellow of Magdalene College at the University of Cambridge.