Grass by Beth O'Brien

I hear the scrape of gravel and wish for only grass,

the sponginess of it reminding me that there are things

that are stepped on that don’t collapse or die, but duck,

bearing the weight of something a thousand times their own

and reemerge, arching their backs and swaying

because they are strong but not infallible —

like a blade.

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Beth O’Brien is a English Literature graduate from the University of Birmingham. Her debut poetry pamphlet, Light Perception, was published by Wild Pressed Books in 2019, and her first full-length poetry collection, I Left the Room Burning, is out February 2021. In 2019, she was featured in the Black Pear Press, Pressed Flowers, anthology. She is the Editor of Mad Hatter Reviews and a reviewer for Riggwelter Press

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