Poem 2,184
Exile Nothing
by Mike Bell28 September 2021
We must first agree to exile nothing –I find myself all alone under ancient
remnants of scaling canopies [dumbamong oaks which enfold thickness –
a century in a grasp] – I’m not myselfas I travel among trapped shadows –
Underfoot that stick-snap will alarmnature’s easily-frightened [I’m not of
that species – not any more] – A hum –this woodland reverbs – timbres – as
I press upon pressure-put-on paths –I’m alone & ready to be brutalised if
I meet my own face in these woods –This time-slow-mass grinds under its
growth – I lay on mulch & crawl as if afungal proliferation – a damp skin – in
shade I bloom as a capped threat as Iburrow between established roots – a
shadow of myself by moon-dousings –As my auld self rouses my corse – My
voice is lost as I dig deeper among itall – giving up nothing to sow myself
wide below a wild festoon of buds &beams [I’ll stay low in Lincoln green]
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