Deracinated

 

uprooted-flower

 

To take my heart by its very stem

And prise me from the loam,

Roots torn out, naked,

Loose, pale wires unkempt, inadequate,

Unwashed from the soil, vulnerable:

The softness of my home

Lifted from under me as I

Dangle, limp in your hand, inanimate.

 

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One thought on “Deracinated

  1. Such a succinct and appropriate poem for our times. I would like to read it in the Saturday Guardian. Thanks, Gran

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