The Paper-Cut Poet

Poems cut by paper and paper cutting poems.

Tuesday, 17 May 2016

Honeysuckle

new shoots
on the honeysuckle
are reaching
upwards,
outwards,
breaking free
of the trellis
hanging loose
from our
restraints

ruddy and robust
they reach towards
the sun
like daubs 
of rusting paint
dashed against
a sky of pallid blue
and the clotted cream  

of our cottage wall
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