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Rosanna Blythe

Three Years

April 2014

The scent of wild garlic is heavy in the air;
Its flowers climb the bank.
A sea of white ocean spray,
Or a blanket of snow.
The wild garlic fills my head
Suddenly,
With thoughts of you.
Remember when I loved you,
When the garlic filled the air.
 
It’s not a very poetic word,
Is it, garlic?
What does that say of our romance?
I didn’t mean to love him.
I know I loved you.
When you held me and the air was thick with garlic,
When you told me I was a silly girl.
 
I am a silly girl.
The flowers run down to the Wear.
They’re not climbing;
They are falling.
The wild garlic carries me back
Suddenly,
To a day three years ago.
Remember when I loved you,
When the garlic filled the air.

(2014)

I'll probably work on this one at some point, but this is it for now. Just some thoughts I had today as I was walking home.

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