Pandemonium
written by: Fotoula Reynolds
In this hurry-scurry world
I keep a seed in my right hand
I will throw it over the edge of
A hopeful mountain and wait
For a new tree to be born
A pocket full of pandemonium
Weighs heavy in the city of sighs
And a daisy-wheel of ‘he loves me-
He loves me not’ petals are torn
Apart in a whirlwind of confusion
The earth beneath our feet breathes
Mother Nature has spread her soil
Grow what you require and reap
The rewards to sustain you in life
Share what you have, comfort for all
Fotoula Reynolds is a writer of poetry, born in Australia of Greek heritage. She lives in the Dandenong Ranges in southern Australia. She convenes a poetry reading group in her local community and regularly attends and participates in spoken word events in and around the city of Melbourne. She is the author of three poetry collections and is published widely in anthologies, journals, reviews and magazines. Fotoula is a 2019 Pushcart Prize nominee.
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