Rooted
I am a mountain
my head the crest
hair long fog clouds
that float slopes
valleys where deer leap
feed on supple leaves
that vine my feet
I am a woman
with a winter tree rooted
in my crown. I capture
a silver sliver moon in the lacuna
of my black briar-branches
that pierce the loopy blue, blue sky
~ Inspired by the art of Amanda Clark
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like S&G said…
‘a fortress deep and mighty’
Karen, I love this! I’m not exactly how you did it but I see and feel it.
Thank you, Linda.
Lovely and mystical
Thanks, Kevin!
Love, love the repetitions in the second stanza. Great music.
Thank you, Bill!
I love how the noun is turned into a verb in “vine my feet”
This poem is such a pleasure. I’ve read it four times and I can see it.
Thank you so much, Carole!
I enjoyed the lush tones of this poem. My favorite part is ” in the lacuna/
of my black briar-branches”
Thank you so much, Shaun!
Painting with words, wonderdul.
Silver sliver moon! Just lovely!
Art certainly can help us see the worlds of possibility within us. Nice writing, Karen.
The sounds of this are amazing. And that “loopy blue, blue sky” slays me.