In the dappled light of spring
you caught my soul,
carefully you plucked it
turning it over in the palm of your hand,
inspecting its hidden depths.
It squirmed under your spotlight
those eyes
painfully stripping away at the surface
scratching the hardened veneer of shame
your nails prise it open.
Laid bare now
blinking in the meadow light
tender shoots, once lost,
stretch, carefree, self possessed
shooting wayward tendrils around your wrists.
KD 22/3/15
Magpie Tale Number 262...for the other writers work
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It was as if you were coaxing spring forth yourself! ♥
ReplyDeleteOh I am...its been a long winter!!
DeleteThese last three lines are so mysterious
ReplyDeletetender shoots, once lost
stretch, carefree, self possessed
shooting wayward tendrils around your wrists.
I love a bit of mystery Kathe!! Thanks for your comment. xx
Deleteintense !
ReplyDeletereminds me of Host, the book. The little souls in their hands.
ReplyDeleteHi, I haven't read it..will have to take a look! Thanks for visiting..
DeleteVery poetic expression of the vulnerability that occurs once we choose to love. The end gives it a cautionary tale sort of feeling.
ReplyDeleteSomehow spring can not resolve all pain... The sporting saplings can not save us from all sorrows,
ReplyDeletealways two sides to the coin...thanks for your comment..x
DeleteMy favorite line of this dark poem: scratching the hardened veneer of shame
ReplyDeleteThank you!!
DeleteSo ironic , to be ultimately judged by a tree .... Still , what a beautiful form for a Soul to be
ReplyDeletei so believe that trees have souls...xx
DeleteAbsolutely beautiful and soothing to me.
ReplyDeleteand to me, glad you saw that in this peace..x
DeleteSo tenderly penned. My fave so far!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Helena..x
DeletePowerful...lovely...
ReplyDeleteReally beautiful writing
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