Sarah Coles

SKY

SKY
  GARDEN SKY    My friend Jane, de-cluttering her garden, has given me a rocking lounger.  I lie and look at the sky.  English sky is more subtle than the unvarying  blue  of Mediterranean sky.  It changes, it moves, it’s moody, it’s quicksilver.    In the grey clouds I see pink, mauve, yellow and green.  Sometimes the sky sulks, it’s just rolls of steel scouring wool.  Sometimes it’s a clean mottled blue. Marble.  Those clouds move with such purpose.  They know where they are going, what they are going to do.  I can see mythological creatures up there, the centaurs, gods...
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Via Negativa

EMPTINESS  Leaves lie on the grass, the patio, the steps and path, and huddle by the dustbins and the corners of the porch.  Crisp at first. then torn and dull, and slimy.  Mrs Leader from the fence below comes complaining our birch tree is taking their sun and its leaves are rotting her decking.  Tough!  It was there before her house was built.  But it’s grown, can’t we lop it?  No.  She speaks of the dangers of birches, and of their fumes (never heard this one before).  She is flying to her house in Portugal tomorrow, and will be back in April with a tree surgeon (tree butcher) to cut...
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Prowlers in the dark

  It is night in my garden.  This is what it’s like to be blind.   Unrelieved darkness.  The place is full of strangers.  A vandal tears up newly planted seedlings.  Another tears leaves into shreds.    A cat yowls.  Something rustles.  Something scrapes, then patters.  A rat?   The place is weird, awkward.  Alien.  I cannot see, I trip and fall.  Night is not where we belong.   Clouds part to reveal the moon behind the trees.  I can see slightly more.  It’s mysterious, more beautiful than at high summer.  In the morning I see silver paths meandering over...
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