May Hedgerows

rapeseed dusks the air
soft-grainy-sweet to a sneeze

goes up past the swallows to the inking sky

its headache yellow fields
the last to resist the sink of the sun

hedges re-leaf

thicken fast

I cross the silent empty road

reach curved fingertips miles to each side

to take in the dusk

while the heaviness of all the cow parsley to come
waiting to push down

and froth up white

 leans in


Poem by Rose Segal

Rose Segal is a British writer, singer, and 2018 graduate of the Creative Writing MSt at the University of Oxford, where she specialised in poetry. She lives near an ancient stone ring in the Cotswolds with her growing family and menagerie. Hear her at or follow her Instagram: @rosesegalwriting