Literature
Adam and Pepper
Pepper traced the path to
the apple orchard, abloom
in spring fecundity.
Seclused in shadow, she
was barely adequate,
as measured by GSCEs. She
was waiting for Adam.
The golden child, the chosen one
on holiday from public school
(full scholarship, of course).
He’d called her. “Pepper, please;
it’s important that I see you.”
He came with Dog, that little pup
that never seemed to age a day.
He helped her to a sturdy branch
where they sat side by side
and Dog snoozed in forget-me-nots
that drifted ‘cross the grass.
He wove a flower crown for her
from twigs and blossoms, took her hand,
and said, “I haven’