Nov 2019
the years have turned gray your thickets
tangled your vines, shaken your roots
you've made many a home in your glen
shadows surrounding, shadows keeping.
tell me how it feels to be pulled out
into the clearing, to have the sun
light leaves enough to bring veins
to the surface, revealing, revealing
does this scare you?
to see marks on a once empty map
footprints in the soil
thorns on the ground
and a nest being built.
tell me, does this scare you?
tangled your vines, shaken your roots
you've made many a home in your glen
shadows surrounding, shadows keeping.
tell me how it feels to be pulled out
into the clearing, to have the sun
light leaves enough to bring veins
to the surface, revealing, revealing
does this scare you?
to see marks on a once empty map
footprints in the soil
thorns on the ground
and a nest being built.
tell me, does this scare you?
My friend JM and I are pushing each other to write again because we've gotten really rusty. We're sending each other prompts every week to get back in shape. Please bear with my messy, rushed poetry for now hehe.
This week's prompt was "an ode to your heart", taken from the Winter Tangerine zine prompts.
The theme of this poem was inspired by a section of another poem I wrote called "Thank you, please come again" about my sister not being a very open person. I wanted to expound on that some more, then realized... I am the same. Haha.
This week's prompt was "an ode to your heart", taken from the Winter Tangerine zine prompts.
The theme of this poem was inspired by a section of another poem I wrote called "Thank you, please come again" about my sister not being a very open person. I wanted to expound on that some more, then realized... I am the same. Haha.
