Zoe Cocker
Photography and Poem By Charlotte Hide
A tiny glass house sits on The living room mantle, Turned by The shadows and lights passing through it. The illusion grows And inside it a trapped seed to flower, Unfolding, Pricked by the fractured walls Rain traces the windows And the glass house sinks, So the flower drinks, Resisting the sea's pressure Yet still feeling underwater. Green, Red, Orange Filters of time flicker, Until Blue stays memorised In the rotating stillness of the sky. The glass house shifts, And Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow will both miss. As the house continues to sink And flowers begin to swim.