La Vita Semplice

Thrown here or found

To freeze or to thaw

So long we become the flowers

Two corpses we were

Two corpses I saw

And they'd find us in a week

When the weather gets hot

After the insects have made their claim

I'd be home with you

I'd be home with you

- In A Week, Hozier

To be twisted by something

A shame without a sin

Like how she twisted the bog man

After she married him

"I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked.

One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names. and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew: champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs | couldn't quite make out.

I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet."

My mother picked crab-apples off

and pounded them with chillies

the Glasgow apple trees

to change

her homesickness into green chutney.

Memories of February past

There is a silent eloquence. In every wild bluebell. That fills my softened heart with bliss. That words could never tell.