Hawthorn Magic

for weeks the hawthorns jostle
everywhere you look 360 degrees
as if they are spinning around you

the countryside is a huge ceilidh
of froth and blossom and they march
along the canals as if they own them

hedges of blush cream burst
each morning with birdsong
an incantation as if to stop time

now the blossom has drawn back
quiet green as if to shut the door
on too much enchantment

Gabrielle O’Donovan


Gabrielle O’Donovan is an Australian based near Manchester, UK. She writes about people and places that get under her skin. A member of Second Light poets’ network, her poems have been published alongside art exhibitions, in anthologies and magazines including French Literary Review, Artemis and Orbis.

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