Letters I never sent

A letter for the shade, 23rd March 2020

Sitting on my lukewarm floor seemed to be the best solution.
There is a chill in the air and I just couldn't bear
not to be near the fireplace
where you promised me summer.
A loose moment in time full of warmth and colour.

A letter for an ashen afternoon, 1st April, 2020

Today I drew Maya Angelou.
She drew life out of me, her words saturated my day
and I want to shower her in an abundance of 
oranges and reds and yellows.
Just to say thank you.

A letter for the rebel in you, 8th April, 2020

Today I went for a walk 
with no knickers under my joggers. 
It felt nice to have the air down there, 
So yes I'm angry, but I'm also napping most days at 4pm,
something I've been wanting to do ever since I was out of
nappies.

A letter to the aspirational gardener, 21st April 2020

I tried to grow a sunflower from a seed,
but It’s nowhere to be seen.
I watered it with words of aspiration,
I even asked the kitchen ‘Is it me?’
But I don’t need a room tell me that.

A letter to Miss X, that should have been written 10 years ago

Fuck you Miss X.
Fuck you.