Oak Tree III

 

 

Furrowed in an acorn. An omen that there’s more
to these trees of life than the pretence they create.
Stripes earned and barbed, not one leaf falls to be caught.
Stripped and raped twigs, bare bark truth of memories.

 

Excerpt from  Oak Tree III – “Of Lilith and Anthony”  © Katypoetess 2013

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