The seed now sown in my mind
Is free to grow, nurtured by scented
Memories of lavender and the aroma
Of your body’s tenderness.
Each passing moon brings it closer
To its flowering conclusion.
Then I can smell its beauty and inhale
You back into my stem, and encourage
My darkened mind to light up
With white smiling petals
That fall at your feet like snow flakes
On a full winters night.
⏩ Frankie Quinn is a former republican prisoner who is now a community activist. He is the author of Open Gates, a book of poetry.