April 1, 2005

Turning test

A premature heat
Runs through my limbs,
Urging me to bend.

The tickling of your
Green fingers
Inches over my hardened skin--
Through the layers.

We're turning,
Cold and heated.
Independent and inseparable

I wear you like a scarf on this last frosty evening.
Never fear the season;
I'll wear you still--
Through spring.

*Ivy hugs a tree.

Posted by Amanda Cochran at April 1, 2005 3:13 PM | TrackBack

I keep thinking of that Batman character "Poison Ivy" hugging a tree when I read this. :P

Posted by: ChrisU at April 1, 2005 7:29 PM

I always wanted to write something about ivy. This poem is sort of a reassurance that although ivy can be detrimental to some things (i.e. house brick), for trees, they were made to sustain one another.

Posted by: Amanda at April 1, 2005 9:14 PM

It's about that, among other things...

Posted by: Amanda at April 1, 2005 10:06 PM
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