cram into a coolamon
feel the tuck
the grain and writhe
the surge of
ancient sap
contort
like a treble clef
into the loops
and dangles
of self criticism
concentric rings
smaller ever smaller
winding in
with melancholy's suck
consumed
to the very centre
the heartwood
and there:
tears may seep
darkening like blood
slowly warming
sadly healing
a moody piece; stanza two is a standout for me; hang on I’ll look up coolamon —
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I think coolamon is incorrect. I had a different idea about its shape. I think I will change it to burl.
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okay; will look up that one too π I really have to expand my vocab π
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I looked up ‘burl’ and it said a ‘slub’ in yarn or wool; what the %$% I feel I’m chasing meanings down a rabbit hole here π
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Lol. I was talking of the massive knits in wood. Will check it out.
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thanks ; I’ve given the old dictionary a workout this morning π
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Lol. Can’t believe I wrote knits. Of course I meant knots. Burls in wool and knits in wood. π₯΄
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how’s that snail poem coming along?
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okay. i’ll post it. You might remember it. It wasn’t that long ago.
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i won’t mind
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