Digital detox

I want to switch off for a while
live in a cave
make wall art
build fires
wear pelts.
Lose the leads, the logins
the leg irons.
Connect instead to older friends
the stars
the birds
the fuzz-striped bees
the moonlight pull
on restless tides.
Ancient messengers
with patient voices
who whisper without words
of something
that’s been lost.

By Victoria Briggs

Biography:

Victoria Briggs is a writer with recent work published in Litro, Structo, The Honest Ulsterman, The Offing, Short Fiction, Prole and Unthology. She once won the Asham Award for women writers and has previously been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. She lives in London and tweets @vicbriggs.