(I
was once the girl in the oak.)
You
inhabit the limbs
of
the oak tree outside
my
window.
The
wind speaks in your voice
when
the smallest leaf
flutters
in the womb
of
a branch.
I
wish I was up there with you
so
close to the sky bluebirds search
to
see if you have wings.
I
don’t remember when
I
forgot how to climb.
Was
it on a Monday or
when
I was told scraped knees
dull
the polish on pretty shoes?
#NaPoWriMo2019
Real Toads ~ The Tuesday Platform
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‘The wind speaks in your voice
when the smallest leaf
flutters in the womb
of a branch.’
I don’t remember when I forgot how to climb, either, and I’ve never heard of the saying about scarped knees and pretty shoes. But my mother sometimes reminded me of the time she dressed me up in a dress and frilly underwear ready to go out and I climbed a tree and the frills got caught in a branch!
"I wish I was up there with you
so close to the sky bluebirds search
to see if you have wings.".
I also climbed trees, my sister did not except going up to my tree house out in the grove.
..
to see if you have wings. -- oh that is magical!