Scrawled on the forest floor: the effort these trees went to to continue their story, their lineage here on earth!
My hands gather, tease together the flowering strands. Then, strung upon their parental limbs, air-jellies take flight, spinning on the canopy’s eddies.
At dusk, they become spectres haunting an invisible axis—causing onlookers to divert their gaze.
Sat amidst their hushed presence, I wait and watch, patient for the earth’s liquid breath to become apparent.
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The summer air swivels in my lungs. 

CHESTNUT VANES
Sutton Heath, Suffolk, August 2025
Materials used: Sweet Chestnut flower spikes, and waxed cotton—the type used to plait a horse’s mane