wait yet a while, safe
inside your armoured
casing, protected from
the world beyond with
defensive spines turned
against invaders; your
time will come to cast off
the wizened husks that
seek to constrain, and
growth will come for
one who fortune favours
when freedom’s lustre
proves soon to fade away
Not all of the conkers are quite ready to leave their cases.
When they’re freshly emerging, conkers have such a wonderfully lustrous shine, but within only a few days they start to appear dull and tired, blending into the dirt and the leaf litter. Only a few of them will ever get the opportunity to grow into mighty trees, but all of them hold the potential. The circumstances just need to be right for them to do so.
Can a comparison be made between conkers and people…? As always, I’ll leave the reader to take as much or as little from my poetry as they wish to find in it.
This post is for day 121 of 365 Days Wild.
An Enchanted Place 
I still have to pick up some each year and carry them around for some time. I discover them later and throw them in some likely place where they may have a chance to grow.
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Reminds me of Autumn at school, finding the perfect conker for conker fights 🙂
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