Hazelnut
By onemorething
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There is a story about a salmon
that swims in a devotional pool;
her silver plated belly cradled
by water, which itself, is a fusion
of the pentagonal molecules
of hydrogen and oxygen
in the intimacy of a covalent bond.
The branches of nine hazel trees,
mirrored in scales, overlook
each plunge and leap of fish -
how the electricity of myth
is conducted here.
And a hazel will bend, nudged
by wind until it drops its fruit
into the open gape of mouth
reflected beneath, wrestled
by the black tongue and teeth
of a king salmon that has bitten
into the night. Grown from catkin
to nut, this fish is fed a world
of wisdom only for a man to bait,
and gobble it up
for the flesh of its knowledge.
What is stolen
that might have been shared,
what is slain
that might have been spared, and yet,
if this salmon could speak,
she would only say
that this is precisely in the way
that to life, death is everything,
and life is everything to death.
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There is a recurring theme of
There is a recurring theme of the struggle of life and death in nature through your poems. It lends them an edge that makes them so real.
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