A/N: Written for the Pairing Set Bootcamp challenge, 42. Victorie/Neville and for the Freeverse Frenzie competition, poem 135.
A Larger Poetry Collection
45. Greenhouses
Maybe it was an artefact of war
or the sea
but the dead air that lived indoors
was suffocating.
It was like she was wrapped in chains
centimetres thick,
throttled in her own confines
And the beach, that wide wide shore
her escape
Until he showed her another place:
huge gardens where the plants ran wild
and not even the Devil's Snare could match
And it tasted of a freshness
the well worn sea lacked
and his warm full face
was the perfect Cheshire cat
to lead the way
To somewhere
where she could be tangled up
and not be trapped
in their too-tight hold.