Among the Meadows
by Rosie Jones (Wales)
Audio: "Among the Meadows," read by Rosie Jones
the cherry blossom clouds—amongst the bowing heads—of daisies and—the beat of bees
a gravestone with a name that—
i cannot quite read.
the moss climbs—upon its face and—the ants flock around its base and—
i settle down against the grass
singing songs of presentPast.
a deep azure tree—nestled atop the gentle fronds—of lilac grass and—summer wine
heather heavy breathe
and on the scent of
Rosie Jones is a 17-year-old student who once wrote “wanabe aurthor,” bad spelling and all, on the edges of a Jacqueline Wilson novel. Now she has settled on writing messy poetry and prose, not for destiny or dreams, but simply because thoughts spill out of her in written form.
7/30/21, 7:24 PM
7/27/21, 6:01 PM
This is beautiful, I love your use of onomatopoeia
7/23/21, 12:22 PM
7/21/21, 3:37 PM
7/21/21, 1:23 PM
Pain and nostalgia conveyed beautifully!
7/21/21, 8:35 AM
This is an amazing poem! The mixed feelings we have when we leave our home or city we grew is beautifully portrayed
7/21/21, 12:22 AM
Absolutely stunning, the detail and diction is incredible.
6/20/21, 4:25 AM
The story was wonderfully amusing.