Ash Seagrave

York, United Kingdom.

Ash Seagrave has been writing for many years, mainly for herself, but has published several journalistic articles for a number of websites and magazines while living in Australia. Although she enjoys writing articles and short stories, her true passion is poetry, she is currently working on self-publishing her first collection titled, ‘The Seasons of Us.’

This poem was written at the beginning of April 2020 after a couple of weeks in complete isolation due to the Covid-19 lockdown.

 Poem completed 5th April 2020

Forgotten flowers

I’m withering,

wilting,

like a forgotten flower

just out of reach

of the sun.

My corners are curling,

my insides are blank

like the back pages of a book.

And I too, am bent and creased

from being in one place for too long.

I’m dusty

cobweb covered,

tucked away from the world,

like so many other things

on this shelf

but I’m one of the fortunate souls,

some have fallen,

others have been left broken,

and many are putting their pieces back together.

We’re all in a dark room,

it’s unfamiliar and unexplored

and there’s a heavy door that’s been closed

for too long already

and no one knows

when it will open again,

but we know that it will,

one day

and on that day

we’ll be ready

to live again.