You can walk with me

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

You can walk with me
along another path
It’s not too far
but be aware of fallen trees

Watch for twisted boughs –
turned like a lover’s thighs
crossed – coyly – enough
to keep to wedding vows

An overnight layering of leaves
masks raised roots
A wild rose curls – armed
with thorns bared like teeth

Without broken clouds
there is less to see –
no backlit leaves
to play out a sideshow
It is this gate now

Mike Bell Poetry

Mike Bell aims to write 10,000 poems, stick them up here one at a time, and then take a nap. By then he should be about 85 years old and have out-gunned PD, dementia, and the end of days. Possibly. Before the floods and fires. Mike Bell is found working for money as a freelance set designer.

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