You are more of a poet at five than I will ever be
Autumn brings us these gifts
of Saturday morning bike
rides, following your wobbling
path past geese, and single-minded
bees. We sit by water's edge,
warmed by the late splash of
sun, spilling pastry crumbs,
idle chatter from our smiling
mouths, watching paddlers
in their rainbow of stretched
ellipses. Still hungry, we step
into the cafe's hum, and the vinyl
floor is shot through with
flecks of gold, glittering
for all they're worth under sudden
fluorescence. Look, you say, look,
it's like we're stepping on angels -
Victoria Spires’ poems scribble in the margins of remembered philosophies, overheard ideas, nature, motherhood and desire. Her work has been featured or is forthcoming in various publications including The Winged Moon, Berlin Lit, and Suburban Witchcraft. She was commended in the Ledbury Poetry Competition 2024 and shortlisted for the Aesthetica Arts Creative Writing Award. She is also a contributing editor at The Winged Moon.
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