Showing posts with label Scars. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Scars. Show all posts

Friday, January 31, 2025

Embodied by Laura Rodley



Embodied
 

Smooth as the beech bark, 

cool to the touch, easy to caress,

slight ripples of wear, small scars,

his branches reaching out thin 

and strong, his buds so full of spring,

leaves ready to fling open, but not yet.

Not sharply serrated, two inches deep

hunks of bark waiting to be broken off

protecting the heart of the maple and white ash;

even the sycamore mirrors 

his smoothness, but for the patches

where its bark is lighter, as though

peeled away from sunburn and healed, 

the sycamore casting spiky fruit 

to protect itself, defend its young.

Not thinly lined up the trunk like 

young striped maple, yet as uneffacing,

patient, like birch bending backward with the force

of the wind when larger trees like the oak tremble. 

His skin encasing a living breathing

body that can walk on ground 

while the beech, oak, ash, and maple cannot. 

He can walk above the fingers of their roots

to carry their taproots inside him,

nourished by airborne rhizomes unseen.


Enjoy more posts by Laura Rodley HERE.


Laura Rodley


Pushcart Prize winner Laura Rodley's latest books are Turn Left at Normal by Big Table Press, Counter Point by Prolific Press, and Ribbons and Moths Poems for Children, winner of the Children's Nonfiction International Book Award and medalist for the Moonbeam Book Award for Children's Poetry


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