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Rose Tinted

Poet: Bea Hughes

I want to sit in the garden,

heat prickling my cheeks

and your arms around me.

Maybe it’s Sunday,

or some timeless expanse

of empty, warm space

with our toes in the grass

and my hand on your face.

I want to force the thick moment

into a glass bottle and seal it

with wax. I’ll hide it with jam

in the pantry until Winter comes,

and we’re both empty

and yearning

for a morning of sun.

Beatrice Hughes is a writer living in rural Herefordshire in a 30sqm eco-home. She has previously been published in Neon Magazine, won the OWT Short Fiction Prize, and had her work nominated for the Forward Prize for Best Single Poem.
Blog link: https://beahughesfb.wixsite.com/wxrmth
Twitter: @wxrmth