Seed Season Siobhán Mc Laughlin

Seed Season

Held in hand, some sprinkled wonder. Metaphor incarnate - hope, growth, new beginnings. Great expectations, lettering of nature.

Magic beans in miniature; beanstalks called to mind. A flag, a banner, a subtle unfurling. World within a whorl, within a week periscopes of possibility.

Tiny seed, smaller than a full stop. Curled in on itself like a dream, at home in darkness, hatching the future.

Siobhán Mc Laughlin