A Walk on the Tame Side.

I set out this morning
to take a pot of jelly to a neighbour,
catch a flash of white on the door next door but one.
A louer, it says:  for rent.
Where have they gone, my little friends
who played on the slide and the swing?
You can’t rely on anything
to stay the same
except the mallow growing wild
and a small brown butterfly.

Margo Roby wants us to take a walk, explore the unexpected. 

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6 Responses to A Walk on the Tame Side.

  1. Beautiful! May mallow flourish in all our lives!!

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  2. Misky says:

    It’s unsettling when neighbours move. Thank goodness for your little butterfly.

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  3. margo roby says:

    I second Tilly. The last two lines caused an out loud noise of appreciation. Lovely.

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  4. Wow, Viv! Melancholy, true and bittersweet. I LOVE the last two lines.

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