Awake Before the Cherry Tree


Awake before the cherry tree,
My eyes are stuck 
The sockets thick-
I stick my fingers in the bread pan
Rounding thumbs with pastry nails.

Stumbling bow-legged from the bed seat, 
Feet inhale the wooden plank;
Before the forest carpet meets them,
To ply them whole with muddy shards,
And boiling heels
With prickled cold.

Walking in
Past the fur-case,
A deer is boiling
Feet and all.

© copyright Eve Redwater 2011

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15 thoughts on “Awake Before the Cherry Tree

  1. Stunning. Read it several times, can’t pretend to know exactly what it is but that doesn’t matter! 😉 Creates some strong images in my mind. Lovely, fitting illustration too.

  2. Another wonderful poem. There’s something very calming about your writing — the flow of the phrases. I particularly enjoyed this image: “feet inhale the wooden plank.”

    I don’t know enough about poetry to know if you’re following a certain “type,” or are you writing free-form? Either way, it’s beautiful.

    • Hello Melissa, thank you for your comment and stopping by my blog again!

      In all honesty, I’m not really that ‘trained’ in the ways of poetry writing. I’ve been writing it since I was a child, and I suppose it’s just evolved from there. I just go with what my mind tells me to; so, I suppose you could call some of it free-form if I think about it!

  3. Hi Kiddo,

    I liked this part! ”

    To ply them whole with muddy shards,
    And boiling heels
    With prickled cold.”

    It really gets at that painful hot cold sensation.of bare feet on not quite frozen ground.

    I wouldn’t worry about the training part. Sometimes that wicks the creativity right out of a person.

    I particularly enjoyed reading that sense of the macabre that the following passages engender.

    “Walking in
    Past the fur-case,
    A deer is boiling
    Feet and all.”

    A wonderful blend of the murky and the vivid!

    Keep up the good work!

    R.

  4. Hi Eve,

    I really like this one, too, the flow and your imagery is wonderful. I esp love:

    Stumbling bow-legged from the bed seat, 
    Feet inhale the wooden plank;
    Before the forest carpet meets them,
    To ply them whole with muddy shards,
    And boiling heels

    What a lovely, poetic expression of waking up and walking barefoot. I feel better now reading about you not having training, because I haven’t either. I’ve written since I was 16, many, many years ago, and as you, I just write what I feel. Anyway, thanks for sharing that…:)

    • Hi Lauren,

      Thank you for stopping by, I’m honoured that you liked my poem! To me, you are a big inspiration on WordPress. You’re continually gaining recognition for your wonderful poetry, and I can only aspire to one day be lucky enough to become a featured post as you have! I’d be over the moon if that were to happen. 🙂

      As for writing from the heart, that’s something I can totally relate to. I can never really explain how my work gets from my mind to the page, apart from I just let it come out. Whenever I’m writing, it’s as though my mind separates from my body a little, and it just writes what it wants without my intervention!

      (Now I’ve made myself sound all spooky, oh dear!)
      But, regardless, thank you again. I always look forward to your next piece.

      Bet wishes,
      Eve~

      • Eve, I’m honored that you’re honored! That has a ring to it, doesn’t it? I honestly don’t know how I had a featured post. Truthfully, I am still learning all the mechanics and why’s and how’s of WP. So, maybe someday I’ll know…anyway, you have many followers, my dear, so I am honored that you still enjoy my poetry! Blessings to you on this beautiful Saturday! 🙂

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