will


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.