In Love First, dream yourself into a mid-terrace let flowers grow inside your head. Rethink the kitchen, see a dining table tangled with jasmine, petals over tired pine. Where once you were arm-deep in sink grease watch holy roses grow from a plughole as swallowtails escape from a cutlery drawer and fly up to a room, not quite your own. Here are laelia, risen … Continue reading Two poems by Maria Taylor