When I’m Writing - Deborah Alma

Comfrey Growth

Sometimes
I grow things in my mind
so fast that my head spins and falls off.

I have to carry it under my arm for miles.

Or
I travel in my magic carriage
stopping in small towns. Nothing much happens.
No one comes.

By the time I get there,
I am calm, having travelled so far.
I lift up my head and screw it back on,

in an anti-clockwise direction.