Alison Jones

Half a Smile

31st January 202031st January 2020:Poetry, :Poets, Alison Jones

Half a Smile This is the gleam of a twilight garden, trees blacken against a deepening blue, irregular branches backlit in soft yellow. Afterglow leaking from kitchens, where meals begin as base elements, deciphered by

Forget me not.

31st January 202031st January 2020:Poetry, :Poets, Alison Jones

Forget me not. We are going with a drone and a purr, we are crooning a death song’s hushed hiss. We are going into the void, falling out of language. Null. Silent. Backs to earth,

Marestail

31st January 202031st January 2020:Poetry, :Poets, Alison Jones

Marestail Coiled stems beam from the earth. It has fought to survive for centuries, waited in darkness, seven feet down, until light ascends it to the sky. White tendrils, trapped by time, sleeping in a

Gardening (A conversation between trees)

31st January 202031st January 2020:Poetry, :Poets, Alison Jones

Gardening (A conversation between trees) The humans are coming again, they think they’re doing something. Brassle your branches, whipple your leaves, send out a warning. Below ground, thrumble your roots together, beat out the grance