Volcanic ash layers up to form blackened earth in which things grow eventually.
Brings forth subtle growth
Green in confidence
Seed breaks open
Awaken leaves and opportunities
Feed me light
Freely unfolds, reaching, hopeful and planted in the
I’m not really that into plants,
I mean thanks for the oxygen and stuff,
But I’m not fussed,
I mean I do need them to eat, as do all other beings.
And I am a vegan, I mean – they’re cool and useful and necessary blah blah,
The thing is.
When I write about plants,
I always turn them into human bodies,
I make it about me and other people I’m missing or I missed out on or whatever.
It’s not that I’m turned on by plants or anything,
It just happens, and before I know it I’m shamelessly writing about sap and wood and buds and growing together and all this.
There’s something about soil I like, imagining writhing around in it like a worm and being all free and wormy,
That’s kind of like sex,
Good sex anyway.
Being a little creature and doing what feels natural.
Maybe it’s because I’m just a little bit repressed in my day to day life and I like the way plants just branch out and be themselves (ha).
I use them as a conduit to talk about other things,
It’s just as well really, sometimes things can often get a bit anatomy focused and medical otherwise.
Anyway I’m going to stop analysing myself now.