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
Fotoula Reynolds is a writer of poetry, born in Australia of Greek heritage. She lives in the Dandenong Ranges in Southern Australia and finds inspiration in the nature that surrounds her. She convenes a poetry reading group at the local pub called Poetry in the Hills. In the short time she has lived there she has grown creatively within a very inclusive arts community and has produced three poetry collections including: The Sanctuary of My Garden, Silhouettes and Along the Macadam Road. She is published in four Australian anthologies and is a 2019 Pushcart Prize nominee.
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