Root Gathering

Root Gathering

A Poem by Kristina Moulaison

Fallen twigs from last season

Pile beside the firepit

Leaves crumble under my


Winter boots

I spy the old chair I won at an antique mall

Among the quiet rubble


It whispers accusations

As if I have caused this disrepair

The thickening of arteries


In its wooden legs

Splayed beyond reassembly

Laying in the grass, I squint


Between branches

Bright with nimble buds

Imagine a magnifying


Glass that looks up, expanding

The wheelbarrow has tumbled to its side

Full of last year’s clippings, worn to a


Hollow, weeping sludge

Drowned, dried assemblage

A parchment of past autumn


I am ready to pitch and burn

My offering to

Spring

© 2017 Kristina Moulaison


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this is so cool...and reminds me of William Carlos Williams...
spring comes and this is a preamble to it...the sacrifice...but also we get a scene painted...much like in his "red wheelbarrow"--

something utilitarian can also have aesthetic value as well.
i can't believe this isn't getting many more views and reviews...this is an exquisite piece of description and theme.

j.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Kristina Moulaison

6 Years Ago

Thanks so much for this, Jacob! I don't do many reviews, so I don't get many either.



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Aloha Kristina, this is amazing :) I love the words you use and how richly you express yourself. Something very special and deep here in this changing of seasons. A wonderful read. Izzy

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Kristina Moulaison

6 Years Ago

Thanks so much, Izzy! I appreciate your kind words. Thanks for reading!
Island Hippy

6 Years Ago

You're welcome :)
This is an absolute word feast. I adore it! My favorite part is that part between "Fallen" and "Spring" (Inclusive).

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Kristina Moulaison

6 Years Ago

Ha! Thank you!
this is so cool...and reminds me of William Carlos Williams...
spring comes and this is a preamble to it...the sacrifice...but also we get a scene painted...much like in his "red wheelbarrow"--

something utilitarian can also have aesthetic value as well.
i can't believe this isn't getting many more views and reviews...this is an exquisite piece of description and theme.

j.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Kristina Moulaison

6 Years Ago

Thanks so much for this, Jacob! I don't do many reviews, so I don't get many either.

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Kristina Moulaison
Kristina Moulaison

Bellingham, WA



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