Guest Poem by Gavin Lyon

Gavin holds an MA in Literature. He has lived, for a time, in both Italy and Egypt. He has also travelled in India a couple of times and lived in a pub for ten years. He has been published previously in Acumen, Fenland Poetry Journal, Cake, and Skylight 47, with another poem published in Acumen again. He is still at the age where he plucks the occasional white hair from an eyebrow but leaves all the ones in his beard. This poem is from Acumen 115.

My Garden

I have been here far too long
with the grass growing through me
sprouting up on my toes and chest,
flowers adorning my hair.
A bird perches on the lawn
of my leg watching the bees
pollinate the laurel of my head.
The woodlice inside my heart
have burrows through its memories.
And the night begins to fall,
the whispers of wind luring my soul
up towards the stars when I hear you
call me in, saying it is time,
and I don’t know whether I am falling
back towards home, or away from it.