Johanne Lee, proud Mancunian mother of 3, poet and author of 6 childrens picture books and two collections of poetry .Womans Journey and the newly released Under the lavender moon, as part of the Open Skies Spotlight series .All books raise for various charities . She can be found as Johanne Lee Author on Fb and instagram
I can’t speak for the dandelions close as they are to the herbs. Slumbering, idle of noticing the weed puller counting out his blurb… One snail, two slugs, three for the butterflies, and four for the bugs, five for the dandelions. Still they wet the bed counting out the acronyms of banished poisoned dead. I can’t speak for the caterpillar who’ll never watch the moon from top side of a ragwort in yellowing cocoon. Six, he says, and maybe seven, one more for his luck. Killing weeds and all the needs of soil who’s thunder struck. I can’t speak for the lowly worm wriggling amidst the carnage eyeing up the sloth and the lifeless cabbage moth being raked into bags for the garbage. Still the flowers never lose being singled out to choose petals growing precious til they prune… Being nourished, water fed, while the birds go search for bread. A whole diversity wiped out in one afternoon.
On Watching Emily
Where the wind rattled her pane and moors sang their opium to be wide eyed and deemed odd lest the mind its shutters open them in corsetry of statement bustling petticoat prose wild …cries the wasteland of a woman’s words closed To muffle muse , fair lady choose find thy chord and set it free fling the pins let the hair flail frazzling This ode Emily … flames that licked the poetry to burn the yearn has wounded me I pray nothing shall be seen in my ashes or lost to the air of brains flashes and the spaces … between the dot dots and my excruciated dashes Let them be - on the wind the words Why … ( hand to breast breathless with dramatic discharge ) they have walked all over thee I promise , vie and vow to rsvp somehow