Campus by Colette Maxfield

Campus

We travelled like stars through three forests

Densely protruding through thickets

And tangled unceremoniously like hair.

We are gorgeous here, we cannot help it,

We shape the skyline with our eyelashes. 

Butter weed and gravel crunch precede us

But we walk according to time.

Roots and hands detain us,

Sometimes herald us,

From across the water.

Colette Maxfield lives in the U.K. near the point where the Thames river meets the Kennet canal. Currently working in a University/union setting. Published via The Broken Spine, Blood+Honey, DarkWinter Literary Magazine and Silly Goose Press.