It's Still Life

Ivy

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