pruning
Inspired by Ali Whitelock's ‘the lactic acid in the calves of your despair’
who will wring disappointment from the
sleeves of your thick woollen jumper
soak separation from each repetitive stitch
with warm soapy water
as thoughts of mother hang in the air
who will lay your hand-knit on
a slab of hindsight
in bright forgiving sun of a new day
who will sow seeds of inspiration
into each stride
and serve you a meal at their table
does pride need to be honoured when
batons are left at the blocks
uncage the bird from your heart
only you
have keys for surrender
support exists
even when you doubt
now is time to let the hungry dog loose
cleanse bat-winged corridors from mind
light bonfires of desire
prune
for spring buds
- © Jean Bohuslav 2021
Jean Bohuslav lives on the SurfCoast of Victoria. She enjoys submitting to Meniscus, Kissing Dynamite, Poetry on the Move, Poetry Wivenhoe, Mad Swirl, U3A SurfCoast Poetry, Tango Australis as well as Bluepepper.
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