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don’t eat the roses

By Jane Ayres

a curl of cloud
a curd
a turd

potency
(im) potency
this shadow pain

the start of the loop
the right truth?
the wrong truth?

don’t eat the roses
or lick the ice 
on the windscreen

a surge of neon peach
severing the vocal chords
your voice wraps me in silence


Jane Ayres is a UK-based neurodivergent writer who completed a Creative Writing MA at the University of Kent in 2019, aged 57. She is fascinated by hybrid poetry/prose experimental forms. She has work in Dissonance, Ink Drinkers Poetry, Lighthouse, Streetcake, The North, The Poetry Village, Door is a Jar, Kissing Dynamite and The Forge.