The Awful Tree - draft
by Katerina T Nix
Feet stretching and sinking hard into the ground
Arms swelling and extending up, out,
Waves of prayer begging for safe passage from
That dreaded sun.
Fickle was the god who berated dear Love,
Smug was the god challenged that arrow
How he runs, and chases, and clutches a girl
Who is no longer.
Author's Note: Inspired by the myth of Daphne and Apollo - the tale of the first Daphne Tree
Posted on 04/20/2010
Copyright © 2022 Katerina T Nix
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/20/10 at 01:19 PM|
I love this poem, Katerina. There is something of the metaphorical and the mysterious in it that remains one step ahead of the fullness of my grasping, which to me is the very essential quality that I seek in poetry.
|Posted by JJ Johnson on 04/20/10 at 11:32 PM|
Is the tree a tree growing in the Sun, or a girl becoming a woman in a world or men who think themselves gods who take what they call love, but instead do no more than take the innocense of a girl who only wishes to be a woman in love? And what does the man have but hands filled with emptiness? I don't know if that's what you were trying to convey, but it is what i felt when I read it. It is mysterious enough to conceal it's secrets, but telling enough to paint the sky with light from the Sun that both burns lessons into our leaves and provides that which helps us grow into all we can become. JJ
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/10/18 at 05:51 PM|
I love the structure and phrasing in that last stanza, especially. Congrats on POTD!