Olea Corcoran

The world has many edges, and it's easy to fall off.


Hello little poppies,

It's so lovely to see you, swaying gently in the breeze, up on the bank of the little stream where last week there was only an empty ditch.

Your cheery vibrant red-ness surprised me, I didn't think I would find beauty here. There is such a small space for anything green to grow, surrounded by roads and stones as you are, it seemed unfair to expect more than a few stray dandelions. Even the daisies haven't made it this far.

I must confess, I briefly thought of picking all of you to fill my washed-clean jam jar and bring your cheer to my little house. But I quickly realised I couldn't do that without taking away everyone else's chance to be delighted by you, as I am.

So I will smile all the more when I walk past, and wonder who noticed you today.

I did.