Rewilding
LUKE ELLIOTT Take King’s House for example Such a bastion of form, of structure, of obeisance With its tight clipped lawns and imposing white front Smell the sweat of the black labourers confused with roses and duranta Set back...
Category: LUKE ELLIOTT
Don’t Go Under the Coconut Tree
I knew all my “what ifs” would be shared by my husband, and I knew they were unhelpful. Why this place to have this family? Why this land? Should we have been more open? Was it fair to have had him at all? None of these can be answered. But I take a moment’s pleasure in imagining different timelines where he’s still here, still running around, still laughing his toothy laugh, eyes full of wonder.
