Hour five poem, from the prompts:

 

Wine glass—
empty

Satchel—
packed

Nail—
hammered

Space—
blocked out

Hardback—
set aside

There’s no time for reading

Vines have consumed the oak
and strangled its roots

Now they’ve come for the castle

But the fortress has emptied
its occupants taken to the pavement
and to the courts, if need be

Along the way
they’ll plant sunflowers

 

10:21, 25 June 2022