Daily Archives: 02/04/2018

TAKEN


 

SHADOWTREE4

me n’ my shadow

Like stiff arms wanting

Rough bark pulls at my coat

It pulls at my leather boots

it pulls at my heavy silk dress

lacing the weave of roots around

my thin legs.

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It pulls in a hungry way

Like me being soft food

melting into the roughness

Silencing the scream that

leafs into my mouth

full of green and twig

The choke of it fills me with new life,

in the absorb of ancient familiar

There is no fight. No flight

turning to wood, to root, to bark

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In the distant call of a name

I know to be a dozen lifetimes ago

Eyes blurring in a cave of

squirrel and nuts

And in the scent of forest wood,

laid to mossy green on the spike

carpet of rusty needles

Pine to Earth meets to the  surrender

all that was once of me.

 

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