dVerse Poetics

Ivy

As if three suns shine
on me, I grow that
fast. Groping the fence,

I climb razor cuts into
the bark of trees, spread
like a summer wind,

or fire across
the coolness of soil.
Sticking to willows,

weeding up the house,
scarring brick like sin
on a soul. I’m a …

tangled Medusa.

 
 

©️ Misky 2019 – for dVerse. Written in the style of “Mushrooms” by Sylvia Plath

2 responses to “dVerse Poetics”

  1. I’m intrigued by your images. Original and thought-provoking.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. I can really hear the way the vines are clawing on the walls of the house.

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