Oakchild

Child, pulled fromn the lap

       of divided paths, under

       the strength of scarred arms.

You are warm with stone,

       waiting to mix the brew of rain,

       grass and crossroads

       under your boots.

You wile under branches that are

       heavy with green

       and obscure growth.

This calico angel, a farmgirl

       waits in a church of milkcans,

       (a silver circle)

       for the diesel song of

       the milk lorry.

You stay cool in shade, a virgin.

 

Reviews

[Valentine]

This made me think of my mom, left motherless at 7 years of age, living with her father on the farm I am now living on. Learning to cook, clean, bake bread etc. all by herself.She was a sturdy oak. Valentine

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

A unique way to venerate oak trees. A pleasure to read.

[Leslie Philibert]

My best wishes, thanks for reading this.

[Coyote Song]

A very strong poem with outstanding imagery. I really like this one.

[Leslie Philibert]

Hallo Coyote, thanks and best wishes !

[Coyote Song]

You're very welcome.

[africa]

When I was a little girl they told me they only gave you stale bread and cold porridge in prison. I wonder if that's true? Would you like to find out?

[Leslie Philibert]

I hope that is not true !

[Tina Kline]

A powerful visual of innocence waiting to grow and mature. How different the world will be. A strong poem with strong emotions. I enjoyed this.

[Leslie Philibert]

Hallo Tina, as ever, my thanks that you have looked at this.

[Tina Kline]

You're very welcome.

[Emily B]

Gorgeous words that made me wonder what the child would look like fully grown. I want to linger with thewords

[Leslie Philibert]

I wonder too, perhaps she will stay young forever, just in this poem.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

but you are growing up and can no longer be protected....you will face the world now...and the decisions of life are yours...i remember a movie with Dakota Fanning...i could see her playing the part of the Oakchild in this write.

you create such scenes, and moods with your works, Leslie...

we visualize your characters, surroundings and what your subjects are feeling.

such real life in your words.

[Leslie Philibert]

Dear Jacob, thanks for your kind words, here I tried to put into words a picture, a snapshot, maybe
something you would see when you drive in the country, or pass in a bus....