Saturday, March 12, 2016

Deep Roots: March 12, 2016

Flower after flower is specked on the depths of green.  The petals are harlequins.  Stalks rise from the black hollows beneath.  The flowers swim like fish made of light upon the dark, green waters.  I hold a stalk in my hand.  I am the stalk.  My roots go down to the depths of the world, through earth dry with brick, and damp earth, through veins of lead and silver.  I am all fibre.  All tremors shake me, and the weight of the earth is pressed to my ribs.  Up here my eyes are green leaves, unseeing.

The Waves (6)

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