In hidden woodland,
forsaken, deep in untrod ground,
an old briar pipe …
cannabis growing from its bowl,
harvesting not ripe.
Beside it,
half buried in neglected earth
a sculpture of weathered stone
displayed …
bright flowers from its nostrils,
sweet flowers from its ears,
whilst from the sockets
of its eyes
mass dandelions appeared.
Through tight cold lips
hung roots of ash
struggling for its base,
encased by wild, wild weed
and nettles
with briar interlaced.
Sally Plumb
