Day 9, Lara

Recycling

Compost and soot from allotment bonfires

is forked into the freshly dug soil.

Old wardrobes and skirting boards

are cut to make raised beds.

A rusty swing frame is draped with green netting –

ready for when the runner beans start to climb.

Day 3: Lara

Moth

Etched silk threads, millimetres from glass; 

and fossilised moths –

scattered across the greenhouse window pane –

like cured truths.

As I pull last season’s tomatoes

from the ground,

I think of cloaked women sentenced to

death; nooses around

their necks, walking towards sycamore.

It’s branches are strong

and will hold their weight – be memory

on hilltop,

lingering like a autumnal night,

like moths around bonfire light.