A bough in six dimensions

Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer.

Björn Rudbergs writings

Perched, its shadow
bleeds the bough,
spring is rising sap
and blackbirds waiting.

On the highest bough
a caterpillar contemplates
the possibility
to butterfly.

Bless the tender twigs
clinging to the bough
who tend to dewdrops
before they fall

The circumference of the bough
is larger than
a soldier’s arm.

Can boughs dream of
being carriers
of eagle’s nests?

Poetry is born from
timber, boughs and pulp;
paper ink and muse;
it’s wood and blood.

Arbutus by Ally Saunders Arbutus by Ally Saunders

Today Mish interview Ally Saunders and present her artwork at dVerse. My choice was to write a few small poems on the theme of a bough. Pub opens at 9. PM CET.

January 31, 2017

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