By Annie Tallis
Pebble-dashed knees stained, With summer’s green, Arms wrapped in dock leaves, Healing what was maimed By the vengeful nettles That haunted our youth. No longer is it just those stings That frequent our bodies. Daisies tied to one-another, As we interweave our clammed Hands and ring the roses And circumvent our jumping Bodies in skipping rope. Laughter always being the most Recognizable sound, after the Song of the magpie which was Forever two for joy in our endless Summer that we did not realize Was finite.
Annie is a young, queer poet who lives in Cardiff with her beloved rescue dog Lexie. She began writing poetry as a cathartic process to work her way through grief and trauma. And pretty much every emotion! She has previously been published in the Sideways Poetry Journal, Green Ink Poetry and Impsired both in print as well as in their online edition. She has upcoming publications in Perennial Hauntings.
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