Collection – Written Wednesday 27th August 2025 (Aged 50)

Collection

You are like a spider’s web,
an ill-gotten game.
They lean into me,
I see that they are integrated
into my collection of rain,
but it is only rain,
irrespective of the frame.
You are like a damsel in distress,
caught in the frayed hemlines
of your vintage dress,
a torch that is held aloft.
You tend your relationships
like the crofter looks after their croft,
like a shepherd minds their flock.
I see that you are integrated
into my collection of rain,
there must be colours,
even when there are greys.
They lean into me
with other words
that they long to say.

James Garratt – 27th August 2025

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