Buddleia

Posted on October 9, 2022 by beckydeans

You bud butterflies in purple haze. Bees speak your name, bud, and to spell you is to know you intimately, to smell you is to be 50ft high, climbing over our garage. You bud, and – bud, I need to chop you down, but you may be our only hope.

This is my offering for the #RedSkySessions series 4, ep 1, second exercise, which I am slowly imbibing.

Buddleia poke through the concrete at the overgrown Heanor Hall/Grammar School/South East Derbyshire College site on Mundy Street, Heanor.
Buddleia at the Heanor Hall/Grammar School/South East Derbyshire College site on Mundy Street, Heanor 9/9/2022

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I've always been a writer one way or the other.
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