i want to draw you
a map of
my head and heart.
i want to show you
where the ravines drop off;
where the land is scarred from fire.
i want to give you directions,
hints;
where your feet should fall,
where the creeks run.
i know the skies moan and groan
with the lasting pain in my heart from yesteryear
and i know the trees beg for forgiveness
from the axeman.
landscapes remember;
brooks and rivers flush out.
the fox emerges from her den,
and i give up my teeth and tongue
to the cruel voice of the vulture.
shiver, shiver, shiver.
winter lingers in my ribs
and the creek runs with blood.
please don't go;
climb the bluff,
cross the rivers
i'll dry my tears.
it's a place to build a home
i promise.
YOU ARE READING
Meet Me in the Woods
Poetryassorted poetry inspired by nature, family and the life of a person who spends far too much time in her head. (sexuality, death and decay are alluded to or directly addressed in some of my poems. these poems are marked by "*" in the chapter title.) ...
