Photinia March 2020

Red Robin spring, the garden

fronts all walled with jolly colour.

The sun draws blood into the leaf tips

and makes the suburbs bleed.

In locked-down rooms, one

hundred thousand poetasters

up their pens to solve an

ancient riddle. How in hell

to make a poem out of fear.

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Beckenham Place Park with Harry the dog March 2020