The Ash is common enough –
with keys the wind misplaces
and in winter, velvet leaf buds
that recall those long
black gloves I wore
to trace your trembling
outline – neck to hip,
and down a little more.
Its fissured bark is
a history of cuts, as if
the past can be cast off
like a worn out coat.
As green leaves fell
I glimpsed a woman
in the copse,
or maybe a hare.
Katerina Neocleous has been published in various poetry journals. Visit visionsfromhell.wordpress.com to see more of her work.
Reblogged this on thispoet and commented:
A huge thanks to Paul Vaughan and Co Editors for publishing this poem yesterday, in the superb Algebra Of Owls.
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