The Trike Returns:
Root
Carole MacRury
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The Light Reflected in Blue-Black
In this my fifth decade,
I rouse
like a drowsed bee drunk on pollen;
begin to feast on fresh figs,
listen
to green rubbing against green
and hear a world,
echoed,
in the hollow ping of a raindrop
falling on metal eaves.
I lift the skirts of life;
see the rootwad of fallen giants,
rotting,
becoming nurse-logs --
heartwood softening
to new-birthed saplings;
a new green fuzz of fern.
And I cradle you close --
my daughter's firstborn;
my tiny Pallas Athene;
unafraid
of the raven's throaty vowels,
his blue-black wings --
knowing
you wear the shape of my lips,
carry a trace of my seed.
~Carole MacRury
Carole MacRury lives in the State of Washington and finds the Northwest a source of inspiration for her writing. She has had work published in several online literary journals, the most recent being Red River Review. Email.
© 2002 by Carole MacRury. All Rights Reserved.
© Copyright 2002 by Cayuse Press. All Rights Reserved.
This page updated August 31, 2002.