Alexanders are legion in the hedgerow, girding my shrunken world with lime-green early sweetness; broken stalks leak tangy sap – Roman celery. The lacy heads are starting to seed, spikier now, and everything this shape – dandelion heads, thistles – anything that hooks and sticks, evokes our invisible enemy – magnified on every screen. An artist has cast the particle in glass, two million times actual size – so beautiful – femme fatale of the virus world. Let’s re-think this. Look, the seedheads are like clusters of stars. Gaze upwards – the generosity of the bright night sky will show us how to navigate this fearful newness.
Sue Burge is a freelance creative writing and film studies tutor based in North Norfolk. Sue’s poems are widely published and her debut pamphlet, Lumière (Hedgehog Poetry Press) and first collection In the Kingdom of Shadows (Live Canon) were both published in November 2018. More information at www.sueburge.uk.