Biting Roots
The weight of light
is on my shoulders,
this foreign land
from where I came.
Pale cliffs
and alien air.
This is where
I am.
for Twiglets #141 “Questionable Ancestry” ©️ Misky 2019
It's Still Life
poetry and prose
poetry and prose
Biting Roots
The weight of light
is on my shoulders,
this foreign land
from where I came.
Pale cliffs
and alien air.
This is where
I am.
for Twiglets #141 “Questionable Ancestry” ©️ Misky 2019
It's Still Life 
7 responses to “Twiglet #141”
I love this. Foreign land from where I came. Home is the planet. The rest, just stops on the journey.
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Thanks.
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Oh I DO love this–Beautiful!
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Thank you.
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Most welcome.
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Beautifully penned Misky, I can imagine the ‘pale cliffs and alien air’ xxx
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Some come from mountains, others from the sea…
If we are lucky we can visit each –
What becomes of the homeland when we leave for too long?
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