It's Still Life

Mum wants to bring the garden into her apartment; wants to paint all the walls green. I love the sea but I’m sure not going to throw salt water or coral sand or haddock at the walls. I love tomato soup but the same holds true for that, too. Maybe if Mum’s world was a little greener she’d not feel this need to bring the outside in. I remember back in the late 50s, there was a TB sanitarium just outside the city limits. The nurses pushed their patients, still tucked up cosy in their beds, outside into the fresh air. Even in the middle of winter. If the sun was shining, they were out there soaking it up. I’m not sure what they were soaking up but they were out there. Maybe they were soaking up green.

bluebells in the woods
light rain and hyacinth dawn
lay down together