Link to poetry film https://filmfreeway.com/QUEERINGTHELANDSCAPE

Bluebells stuck in-
between toes of 
gay man laying 
alone in woods.
Queering the landscape 
with every breath
as leaves fall. 
Feeling an affinity
with changing landscape,
the liminal lure 
of woodland wonderlands 
that appear unexpectedly
in suburban sprawl
where green hues 
paint their palette 
over concrete grey.

Laying alone feeling 
in sync with 
the inherent queerness 
in nature’s cycle.
Popular culture forgets, 
that in nature 
many things cannot 
be easily taxonomised, 
labelled and packaged,
reduced to signifiers.
Queer as non-reductive 
gives possibilty to 
dreaming and imagining,
living and breathing
in pursuit of
the realisation of 
speculative queer ecologies. 

Queer people spend 
lifetimes coming out 
more than once 
in various scenarios
We are bluebells. 
We wander barefooted 
through the bluebells
amongst brambled thorn.
And when stung, 
when trampled over,
queer love is 
our dock leaf  
to help us
dream and imagine,
live and breathe
speculative queer ecologies 
once more again.