Forest Floor

 Forest Floor

Let’s go down there

between the violet blinks

to a land that’s dressed by fairies

on a path that wedges open

the day’s seductive heart.

Let’s go down there

and be plush with nature,

to the cold comforting kisses

starring all the walls.

Let’s go down

to the bower of the jay,

feeding flecks and glimmers to its chicks.

Let’s go down

with a gift for a king who has everything

and a purse full of spring for his queen.

Let’s go and brush past the whispers

that fall from autumn trees.

Let’s go down there

and not come back

until we’re both remade.

Winston Plowes

Winston Plowes shares his floating home in Calderdale UK with his elderly cat, Sausage. He teaches creative writing in schools, universities and to local groups while she dreams of Mouseland. His work has been published recently in The Nude Bruce Review, SurVision Magazine, Jalmurra Magazine, Califragile, Shaking the Sheets Magazine, Bull & Cross and Otoliths amongst others. www.winstonplowes.co.uk