Kendal Turner’s most recent poem to appear here was Revealing.
Rooting
By Kendal Turner
He is twigs and branches
wrapped around me.
Leaves preparing to catch my tears.
I have climbed up inside him,
hidden myself from the taxing heat
of too many questions.
He shades my pale bones from
everything that would seek to
pluck at their marrow, allowing me to
keep the best parts of myself.
All he asks in return is
to listen to my stories.
Tying poems to limbs with
strands of my hair, counting rings and
whispering plans for hammocks,
causal years spent watching the water.
This is such a lovely picture you have painted for us. I loved…Tying poems to limbs with
strands of my hair
What a strange and engaging metaphor–original indeed.