Swaying in cool roots
of white, I feed the earth
from my hands and bones;
the moonglow

on my skin roots
I am a tree of the debris
I eat the leaves in backdrops of the sun’s
buzz; rain does nothing
to me. Between stem and finger,
I desert you like a mosaic of bones.

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I was tagged by the inspiring Ingrid on Twitter to join in on a poetry party—one year of poems under the existing tag #APoemADay. Please do check it out if you feel inclined.

Categories: Prose

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15 replies

  1. Lucy, if you don’t mind I’m going to keep the responses in a folder and maybe anthologise the best of them at the end of next year 😅I love this, what a strong start!

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  2. This is one of my favorites so far!
    Wait, poetry party? I’ll bring the snacks!

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  3. I have Fuzzy warm feelings for this one, bravo 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

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