will swallows sweep in this year
chatter on wires outside my window

will wild garlic grow in shade
season supper’s tagliatelle

will honeysuckle blossom
perfume stretched June evenings

will cuckoos cry and wake me
early on quiet sunlit mornings

will slugs eat my cabbages
leaving holes and slimy trails

will rats raid my compost bin
pissing poison and twitching tails

will sparrowhawks carry off chicks
as my throat bursts silent screams

will my husband’s other lover die
as he folds up before my eyes

Ceinwen Haydon

If you have any thoughts on this poem, Ceinwyn Haydon would be pleased to hear them.