Ariane Parry

garden


It’s summer in October
so we sat out on the balcony steeled on pelvic bones
and I was full of ice, heard spring

 

As if it’s premature
even for my birthday,  
lush and warm as a parasol

 

the March inside,
under my stomach
is full of struggling buds  

 

Hard as used gum  
beads of moss  
Trees long  
and impatient

Ariane Parry's poems have been in Lighthouse, Girls Get Busy Zine and the blog Poetry Promptly.

© 2018 Colin Herd and all the individual poets

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