Sculpture by Jallim Eudovic. Image © Magnus Andersson
I greet the castle from the wood to its east. I wait in the dusk light to greet. We are moving alone together. Waiting for more dark.
You begin on me
and my long arms
green collar green cuffs
you start sweetly
a person emerging from their clothes
as if from sleep.
Real men these men
greetings cuttings trimmings from the forest
you have seen them tending to them in the greenhouse knowledgeably
you want to tend with knowledge too
in the misty cloudy light
at night by the side of the house.
In the grass and tree light and in the trees around me (though I cannot see) the men are turning to gold.
~ Edwina Attlee
Edwina Attlee is a writer and researcher who recently completed a PhD with the London Consortium. She runs the reading series Sitting Room.
