poetry: crying out

casting lemon rays 
from upturned palms 
the child cries out 
to sharp thistles
oh, take this
falling on knees
into wet sand
black-winged birds
dance around her
oh, take this
mother tree parts
twisted wooden arms
crackling with heat
ancient cedar rising
oh, take this
elder wind forces
gravity to ease
the child laughs
freely she moves
oh—


*36/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day.

**All photos are mine, taken with an Olympus E-M1 MarkII and edited with Lightroom Classic. 

8 thoughts on “poetry: crying out

  1. What a hauntingly beautiful and imaginative poem! 🌿✨ I was especially drawn to the recurring “oh, take this”—it feels like a plea, a surrender, and eventually a release, all at once.

    The imagery is wonderfully vivid: lemon rays from upturned palms, black-winged birds dancing around her, the ancient cedar opening its twisted arms, and finally the elder wind easing gravity so the child can move freely. There is something almost mythical about the journey—from pain and struggle toward freedom and laughter.

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