Stealing From Trees

Poetry submitted (unsuccessfully!) for a competiiton last year.

Stealing From Trees

These vaulted branches,
are a vault for looting.
In my stripy T-shirt,
my swag-bags my pockets.
Deep with possessing.

Sparkling diamonds
squeak on the grass,
and the sky,
is a cabochon sapphire.

But I am here for rubies.
Ruddy and bright,
They stud the gold leaf mound.
I plunge my hands in.

Greedy, unheeding of spikes.
my bedroom window becomes a trove,
until they lose their shine.

Every year they are stolen,
only to be returned.