Lilies, a poem written by Polly Oliver at
Annie Spratt



written by: Polly Oliver



You took the knife and hacked down Love;
Slicing through tendon and sinew,
Smiling as scarlet spouted from soft tissue.

Wild-dog wily, you
scraped a shallow grave,
to scrabble away
dead leaves in lean times,
when the ground’s iron hard
and pickings are few

But I drove the stake through its heart.
And left the woods behind.

In the widening shadows of your life
The scent of white lilies lingers sometimes.

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