you will spend more time
in the garden with the barbecue
burning the drying brush
along with other forgotten things –
a christening of grey-blue ash –
until you’re ankle deep in it.
And I will be inside
retreating further into rooms
you don’t enter anymore,
and for some time we will pretend
like two people orbiting
the same sinuous truth –
that ribbon of diaphanous silk –
like the Romans at Pompeii who,
when overcome by shock,
still believed the crops
were just burning.
Lauren Pope is in her 2nd year of a Creative Writing PhD at the University of Edinburgh. Her writing has appeared in numerous journals and online publications. In 2014, she was the recipient of an Orkney Writers’ Bursary, and this year, was awarded the Grierson Verse Prize.