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The Twig
A twig innocent
green leaves writhing,
above the coals.
Green leaves cast off
in flashing sparks,
twisting, crying,
squirming, ecstasy
reluctant to comply,
defiant fights on.
One last time
springs from the heat
beneath the tree from
whence, in haste ... ....
scorched and wiser ... ....
green leaves writhing,
above the coals.
Green leaves cast off
in flashing sparks,
twisting, crying,
squirming, ecstasy
reluctant to comply,
defiant fights on.
One last time
springs from the heat
beneath the tree from
whence, in haste ... ....
scorched and wiser ... ....
Published 23rd Sep 2013
| Edited 4th Aug 2018
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Anonymous
23rd Sep 2013 9:50am
Yes, a twig can remind of so many things, when they grow, when they wither, always fascinating to watch natures cycle...
(I found this poem to be a bit pagan, maybe there is a druid hiding in your soul, Kexby)
(I found this poem to be a bit pagan, maybe there is a druid hiding in your soul, Kexby)
I am sad that the druid was driven out of Britain by first the Romans and then the Christian Church Until recently the mid summer festival around stone henge was hedge in by regulation complaining, I believe, the crowds would damage the stones.My religion is Nature ofwhich I am part. Nature is female female is nature. This poem is allegorical too
23rd Sep 2013 2:09pm
As always you have written a very vivid picture-One I could clearly see from first word to last-one I could identify with as I have once been beneath the tree
23rd Sep 2013 2:14pm
23rd Sep 2013 3:29pm
to make such a simple thing so vivid and beautiful takes a skill that few have. This poem reflects one of such a skill.
23rd Sep 2013 3:46pm
