{"id":1350,"date":"2022-09-21T13:17:35","date_gmt":"2022-09-21T13:17:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/?p=1350"},"modified":"2022-09-21T13:17:39","modified_gmt":"2022-09-21T13:17:39","slug":"the-art-of-growing-wings","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/the-art-of-growing-wings\/1350\/","title":{"rendered":"The Art of Growing Wings"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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It will be a parting gift. Something to remind him of \u201cus.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Clouds skid across the darkening September sky, nudged along by an insistent wind. \u201cIt\u2019s time,\u201d it seems to hiss as it whistles around the rooftops.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The swallows have heard it too. They gather on the telephone line overhead, their slit-throats lined up and their tails criss-crossing in different directions like scissors, ready to cut ties.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It\u2019s a time for bursting out of the summer haze into vivid autumn colour and activity. A time for new starts and sowing seeds. I prepare the soil, loosening and enriching it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou\u2019re beautiful,\u201d <\/em>he said on our first date, plying me with wine. I blushed, softening, ripe for the taking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I cleave at the soil, ripping out pretty plants by the roots. Twigs snap like cracking ribs, leaves tear like flesh. I crush petals and strangle stems.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Digging deep, I carefully select the cuttings and bulbs, nestling them in the ground. My engagement ring, photos and mementos are laid to rest among them. Then I cover them with a soft blanket of soil and water them lovingly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            \u201cMutton dressed as lamb.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Stinking Irises.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            \u201cUgly bitch.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Deadly Nightshade.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat was embarrassing.\u201d You\u2019re losing your mind.\u201d You imagined it.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Japanese Knotweed. Scentless roses. Prickly Pears.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The new life inside me has taken root. Now the knotted brambles that intertwined it are beginning to untangle themselves, and a newfound strength blooms within me. I imagine the quickening of tiny kicks, too soft to feel, thrashing from within. A signal of urgency. \u201cMum. Let\u2019s go!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I scatter the floral carcasses across the driveway theatrically, remnants of a massacre for all to see. Curtains are twitching already as the neighbours strain to gawp at his perfect reputation, mutilated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Taking a bow, I wave to my audience with mud-stained hands, feeling light as a feather. Then I rub the dirt from my hands onto my jeans and exit stage left, swishing an imaginary skirt as I step into the car.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just like a star of the West End. Except I am my own chauffeur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The swallows take flight when I start the engine, as though they have been waiting to see me off. Their wings flap farewell, the expectant garden disappearing in my rear-view mirror.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His twisted bundle of agony will emerge in all its glory in the spring. And somewhere out there, in sunnier climes, I\u2019ll be nesting and nursing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Off I fly.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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