The Arbor
The arbor
Inside a storm
brews up
to darken
our innocence.
Somebody’s
calling
to take her
in, lift
her up
into the trees
with us to sing
her heart out
in the branches.
We can’t do it.
Her voice
down there
is too thick. It
twines around
us like vines,
pulls at us
until none of us
can breathe.
All our leaves
are choking.
-- puah
Inside a storm
brews up
to darken
our innocence.
Somebody’s
calling
to take her
in, lift
her up
into the trees
with us to sing
her heart out
in the branches.
We can’t do it.
Her voice
down there
is too thick. It
twines around
us like vines,
pulls at us
until none of us
can breathe.
All our leaves
are choking.
-- puah
posted by Puah at 10:44 AM
2 Comments:
Very creative work. Nice to see the religious poetry. Keep up the good work
My favorite lines here:
All our leaves
are choking
I miss the Sappho epigraph and look forward to reading it in a new poem.
Thanks,
Esther
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