Victoria Bassett-Wilton

There is joy to be found,
and I am at the centre of it.
Colliding with it like a
star among the heavens.

Is Persephone near?
For a garden blossoms within me,
the flowers fed on my own
blood, watered with my tears.

Now, their petals unfold,
as a spectral in the darkness, an
angel of the deep.

I am myself, more myself
now than ever before, and
the sun is shining on the
flowers I have wrought.

Let Minerva hold my hand as I
navigate these unknown lands;
an astronomer gazing at his map
for the very first time, for
my heart is a battle horse, a
Pegasus, and it is pounding with
the knowledge this garden brings.