Love is like an allotment

Well tended

it will feed you

and your family

 

neglected

tentacles of brambles

will constrict it

blackberries

like drops of blood

squeezed to the surface

congeal in the sun

 

in both

hidden in the shadows

a single cornflower

a pilot light

flickering gently

brilliantly blue

 

 

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