Meditation on a conker


Alien in form

Clinging, gnarled and spiked, to the tree-branch

Deep softness of silk within

We looked inside when you were just a teardrop seed

Now your skin is hardened, polished


Smooth and cold in our palms

Treasure of autumn slipped into our pockets



4 thoughts on “Meditation on a conker

    1. I read it has another name in the USA – it’s a horse chestnut seed, is it called a buck-eye maybe? Kids over here thread them on to a string and play a game where you smash your opponent’s conker or knock it off the string!


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