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Yard

Yard

written by: Henry Bladon

@henrybladon

 

That last time we sat in the yard
we looked at the quiet sky
while the flowers released their scent

I said how much I loved my favourite tree
and he announced that
he loved the overhead clouds
but he didn’t love me

I thought of a thousand kisses
and all those times I then found hard
to understand.

It was like the moment when
you finally realise that toast is merely burnt bread.

Henry Bladon

Henry Bladon

Henry is a writer of all types of fiction based in Somerset in the UK. He has a PhD in creative writing from the University of Birmingham and runs a writing support group for people with mental health issues. His work has been in entropy, 50WordStories, Bloodaxe, The Ekphrastic Review, thedrabble and FridayFlashFiction among other places.
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