by Dilly Attygalle

Soon I’ll walk out,
let my bare feet kiss
fresh and dewy soil.
I’ll paint my nails a shade of blush
called Eternal Optimist,
swap my overthinking hat
for a crown of daffodils,
bring home white tulips
in brown paper wrapping,
and sing with sparrows
sat on windowsills.
I’ll watch bees dance
drunk in a pollen filled haze;
I’ll drink too–cold tumblers
filled with hope and rose water lemonade.
I’ll break bread
in sun drenched patios. I’ll even dare
dip my toes in the English sea.
And when I look up this time,
I will soak up the bright blue sky
dotted with clouds of blossoming trees.
I will make friends with joy again
I will build a temple for grief.

Dilly Attygalle

Dilly has for the most part been a closet poet/writer all her life. 9 to 5 she works in publishing and devotes her spare time championing #slowreading via Book Affairs as well as running cosy little supper clubs introducing flavours from her childhood home in Sri Lanka to Londoners.

She likes using poetry as a form of personal healing and reflection. Her work has been published online and in print including the Dear Damsels’ collection So Long As You Write.

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