A blizzard of seed
is anguished
from the trees.
Inchoate
confetti
in a living amnion.
Winged apostrophe
in possession of nowhere:
the world’s brood, being.
Purpose to chaos
for those on sturdy soil:
this is a numbers game.
Some will tack
to the larder
of a spider’s lace.
Buoyancy in embranglement.
Some lodge
in the sweet noxious
hem of a laundry line.
Settling
in a pocket of time
on the narrowest ledge.
Or
the deepest spine of a book
that opens years hence
to the story of a storm
that hurled its young wherever
Karen Hodgson Pryce
Karen Hodgson Pryce lives in Aviemore, Scotland. Her poetry is in Mslexia, Lighthouse, Northwords Now, Butcher’s Dog and Ink, Sweat & Tears as well as numerous anthologies including the upcoming Federation of Writers’ Scotland Anthology, 2024.