painting by marina moevs
You Are a Scorching Salve
I am a tall order,
tree-high,
neatly bleeding
pollard style,
lumberjack-ravaged,
pickaxe-stark.
Your balm
soothes, burns
the lingering sting,
lip-sap applied
to skinned knees
and elbows, sticky
over wild initials
carved graffiti-soft,
forest-deep.
tess kincaid
January 2012
Posted over on her site Life at Willow Manor
Listed as #1 over on Magpie Tales 98
1 comment:
Lovely, flowing
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