‘Why do you always get blackcurrant jam?’
‘Because it’s sweet but also sharp. I like a little bit of sour.’
‘Well, try this jam.’
‘OK. Ahhhh, strawberry. Tastes like a childhood love affair when there were fairies at the bottom of our garden. We grew them there. I forgot how much I like strawberry jam.’
‘Yes, I realised that. You are stupid. Forgetful. Neglectful. I suppose we forgive you though, frail human.’
Is that a train or the wind?
It’s a wind full of crows
flapping their wings over iron gates
as black as their feathers.
One swoops and I duck.
It just missed my head.
Imagine a train full of crows,
Suffocating with all those feathers.
Something is coming in that wind. Something bigger than crows.
A big flapping giant striding the land.
Those crows are alarmed.
I hear a huge wave.
There’s more to be feared than giants or crows.