feral

by Emma Wells

Needing to borrow, hiding deep beneath earth, I veer off-road. Stumbling, my car

struggles, not made for bumpy field diversions.

Unbothered by mechanics, I continue towards a feral tree isle, a utopia, longing to

escape within canopy folds. A green-God army of protection awaits.

Here, stillness reigns.

Irritation stops.

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Nature-marooned, I create a personalised Garden of Eden. Driving through fields of

coarse corn, ruining the car’s suspension, was worth it.

Passing daily to work, out to my right-hand side, it became a horizon I had to touch.

Now, I rub shoulders with Mrs Feral, contentedly inhale her wide-mouthed kiss.

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BIO: Emma is a mother and English teacher. She has poetry published with various literary journals and magazines. She writes flash fiction, short stories and novels. She is currently writing her sixth novel.