Freedom Tree Poem by " Linda Rose Parker " In the winding near-deserted lanes at dusk how will we comfort the great fretted moths searching in their liminal silks for the echo of branches - if we drive out every place where the tree bends its voice into the cotils? every gap in the walls or stone latch where leaves scatter into our stymied thoughts their green cadences of rustling air when we sleep the open vowels of landscape still draw us back to the windswept oak the fissured bole of language.
Posted on: Fri, 04 Oct 2013 08:15:22 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015