S.A.D by Amber Hagley
am a garden.
Greenest grass shoots from my scalp.
tulips tumble from my mouth
Birds flock, Bees beguile, soil
a path from which my bark legs grow
A yellow star shines over me, i suck
growing growing growing
fruit grows, sweet.
fruit grows fruit falls
pink petals plummet
a soil path hidden in soiled fruit soiled sweet fruit
green leaves scatter
grass yellow, dry
bees fly, away, gone.
Clouds shield the stars
day and night,
a similar, familiar shade of grey
Brown leaves leave my branches
they sky falls deeper
the star betrays, i have sucked up all the light
everything is dark
expect for the terrifying thought that this could be it
what if it’s dark forever
what if when the sun comes back the flowers don’t bloom and i don’t flourish
the dark is scary.
winter earth is sad
a dark brown misery
puddles soak the ground
puddles drink the light of the sky
puddles show your wobbling reflection, shaking hands
even the tallest branches flop,
to look down on you
in winter i am SAD
and i can never tell if the buds will blossom again.
Amber is a sixteen-year-old high school student from Scotland. She is a lover of music and slam poetry and passionate about current affairs – some of it. She says: “I am not sure exactly what I aspire to do but I know I have a voice, and I’d like to use it.” You can follow her progress on her poet’s profile at Write Out Loud and connect with her on Twitter (@).
Featured image is Corner of the Garden at Montgeron by Claude Monet.