Wild makeover
I want to carpet my bedroom with bluebells
Have a lawn of daisies in the front room
And a bed of wild garlic across the kitchen floor
A natural waterfall shower
With a curtain of glistening aspen leaves
For wallpaper, the wings of moths
Brocades, coronets, underwings
I will replace the TV with a window
Looking out onto the bird feeders
And would sit, feet up on an otter
A fox curled around my shoulders
And two dormice for hand warmers
For my alarm clock a song thrush
Issuing its thrice-repeated notes
The doorbell replaced by a pair of collared doves
Asking callers ‘Who are you’?
And instead of incoming texts, messages, calls and bleeps
An army of crickets, grasshoppers and cicadas would
Herald dawn, midday and dusk
And I would sleep on a bed of cushioned moss
With springs of heather
Niall Machin has had poems featured in Bath Magg, Atrium Poetry, 192 Magazine, A Thin Slice of Anxiety, Anthropocene Poetry and The Lake. He works as an ecologist and lives in Wiltshire watching the skies and bothering moths.