Monostich Slatch #6 (While hugging a crying woman I didn’t know)
The matriarch tree of this wide old street
will give us strength to keep on
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I like the description of the tree as a matriarch. It really does bring to mind the really tall and ancient ones that have been there for years and years and years.
Thank you L. In the moment it truly was all the comfort there was to offer
“The matriarch tree” is a perfect description. Thinking about those matriarch trees I love well.
Thanks Shaun. It was inspired by a beautiful wedding I went to on Saturday where the all matriarchs from every branch of the family stood up and represented with wishes of happiness and prosperity and love from those branches of the family. I was crying, it was so powerful.
Warming little goosebumps trot down the knobbly burls of my curling spine as I read this, comforted maybe as much as the hug you’ve been kind enough to describe.
If that is the case then I breathe a sigh of relief knowing I’m still doing something out here.
“This wide old street” hasn’t been mentioned. And it, too, reminds us of a place to run into another, and a means to move forward.
Beautiful.
Wow, Tabitha! Thank you! Yes!
Venerable, strong, matriarch tree. Reminds me that in Irish mythology trees are home to ancestors and protective spirits. Compact and precise write puts me there in the moment (yes, I feel the emotion). Grateful for your monostich series. Well done, Jerielle
That’s wonderful! It felt right. Thank you so much!
She is a mighty matriarch, indeed. Another stellar poem.
Thank you so much!