Creek
written by: Polly Oliver
@Polrocksnbones
Here the secretive tide laps at banks
Quiet as centuries and wrapped
In twisted mesh of ancient oak limbs;
Twig fingers scraping molecule-thin skin
Of the cool green-blue world that slides
In primal silence below a mirrored sky.
And here in a spring in slackened time
A thousand golden eyes of celandine
Watch impassive the woman who dreams
In bluebell-hazed shade of heart-break green
Of youth and love and the roll of years
That turned a girl’s sunlight to shade and tears.
JAN/FEB 2017 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Writing in the spaces between the hustle and noise. Poems published here and there, but nothing beats a poem brought to life in a live reading. Ex broadcast journalist (are we ever truly ex?), communications pro, mum, coast dweller.
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