The Water Beech
opposed to June’s down-slant of light
her smooth arms stretch
to the endless blue of sky
in her studied stillness
she’s a philosopher of air,
moored loose from the dark matter
of her miraculous roots
she joins the wind’s stir
with her ephemeral breath
with her prolonged exhalation
this tiny island in the creek
is exactly as she wishes
no one hears her daily voice
no one feels her nocturnal skin
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love philosopher of air and the lines that come after it.
Very nice poem
Lovely.
Love all of this and can’t help thinking of Lady Daphne and her escape from an arsehole Apollo.
The whole poem is like a “prolonged exhalation” – very nice!
Can picture that tiny island and this treasured tree very well. Lovely poem, Jim.
Beautiful images and surprising word choices here! I really enjoyed this.
Lovely. Particularly enjoyed the lines:
“moored loose from the dark matter
of her miraculous roots”
The phrase “moored loose” is so intriguing with your pairing of seeming opposites, and such a beautiful internal rhyme with “loose” and “roots.”
“moored loose from the dark matter/of her miraculous roots”–How lovely, both in concept & in sounds!