Heartwood

Gold cherry

By london_calling79

Thu, 30 Nov 2017
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7 comments
 

 

 

Strip the bark.

Peel thin slivers of gritted

question and whittled skin.

But leave the heartwood.

 

Pluck the leaves. 

Leave bald bird stalks that scratch the sky and grasp at air.

But not the heartwood.

 

Cut the roots.

The tangled scrawl of

knitted earth and woven name.

But spare the heartwood.

 

Spare the centre.

Hide the bind of

lurking pulse and

wombed reluctance,

of sub skin film 

and leave the heartwood.

 

Let it rest in folds of flesh.

 

Saw the branches.

Scatter dust like motes 

of stars and sap the substance.

But save the heartwood.

 

Strip the bark.

To save the core

to spare the centre.

 

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Comments

Submitted by well-wisher on

One of those poems where you can feel the words. Sounds good.

Oh look, a link. I wonder where it leads.

JoHn

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

I agree with well wisher, I can almost hear the cracking and scrapping involved.

Submitted by fatboy74 on

Congratulations. A rather late Facebook/Twitter pick of the day. Please like an share if you enjoyed this poem too - and London_Calling79, please feel free to change the image if this one doesn't feel right.

 

Submitted by london_calling79 on

Totally behind the image. Good choice!

 

Submitted by fatboy74 on

Loved this poem. I too struggle with massive font issues. 

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Nothing wrong with a big font. Just think how many grateful people there'll be, reading it on their phones!

Brilliant pick, and this is wonderful london-calling. Cuts straight to the quick. 

 

Submitted by london_calling79 on

Thank you all! Very much appreciated comments and cherries / pick. Wrote this on my phone over the course of a few weeks so completely missed the MASSIVE FONT. Fixed now hOpEfUlLy.