Ivy Love

The richest

most fertile soil

sits in my mind

why else

do you think

my hair is jasmine

blooming untamed vines

with the sweet scent of nectar

will you plant seeds of wisdom

in my most fertile land

fragrant and evergreen

or will you

take cuttings of my flowers

one by one

hoping they will take

and inspire greatness

in your own empty mind

where overgrown ivy

strangles spirit

will you nip my white buds

until you leave me barren

and dreamless


Words by Zoe Kassiotis

Illustration by Sascha Tan

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