Wednesday, 8 March 2017

Clearing: A Poem for International Women's Day 2017


Clearing


'Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all' 
                     Hermann Hesse


Know your empty place, make it home
Scar tissue’s intractable, dead
It’s your wound that will remind you
who you are. Walk its edges,
test its depth, map its contours
your geography of loss

The trees might seem distant
They’re eating sunlight, snagging cloud
When night comes they’ll slip a spoke
in the turning wheel of stars
They won’t mind if you touch them
print their bark on the skin of your face

listen for the fizzing sap
rising in your veins



©Deborah Harvey 2016 


Art by Dru Marland 

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