Treehouse
My poem Treehouse was published in the Second Light Publications up-and-coming women poets' anthology My Mother Threw Knives in 2006.
Safe in my tree house,
I watch from above
the desecration below.
Words howl like an angry
wind around me
but I cannot hear.
Your leaves whisper soft
as Handel’s water music
or my mother’s voice:
If you do not feel, it cannot hurt.
I see the blows of the axe
but your branches weep no blood.
The wood is hard and tough
and your rough bark, scarred
like me, tattoos
into my bare back as I press
myself into your trunk
and long to disappear.
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Comment from: jak [Member] · jakill-jeansmusings.blogspot.com
Wonderful word images. And food for thought.
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28/03/08 @ 10:14
Comment from: sarah_james [Member] 
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Thanks Jean.
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28/03/08 @ 16:37
Comment from: chausiku [Member]
Sarah, I wonder whether I am reading too much into this. I shall read it again and again. The pain is so real.
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28/03/08 @ 19:32
Comment from: mater [Member] · http://www.freewebs.com/theapprenticewriter/
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More congratulations, Sarah!
This is wonderful, by the way. Thank you for sharing!
This is wonderful, by the way. Thank you for sharing!
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28/03/08 @ 22:53
Comment from: sarah_james [Member] · http://www.milltech-systems.co.uk
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Paola, you probably aren't reading too much into this. There is meant to be a lot implied. It is not autobiographical though, at least not in any obvious/straightforward way. :-)
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29/03/08 @ 15:53