For Twiglet #88


Mum says ivy in moonlight
isn’t the strangling beast
that it is by day — not so,
is what I say.
It’s a summer-green sheet,
a weep and leaf up the walls.
It leans like a rickety trap,
fills every leftover space
with its nameless sag, and
once planted, it’s forever.
And Mum says horseradish
is just plain madness.
I agree.


for Twiglet #88

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