We


		We,
creatures of mimicry –
the gatherers of forked leaves, cherry blossoms
	stowed warm in your purse;
the rain bicycle – not cycle – but bicycle:
one we ride home, all “gung-ho”, better
	in a thunderstorm

		So,
instead of talking to we,
we, talk mostly, to the trees.
Or,
	the blush-hop of a robin
(splinters for tea) and, sometimes,
the rat-tat-tat of light as
		it flashes through iron
				fences
On Sundays,
	as the crowds line up, we,
well-wishers, used lovers of 
		Yggdrasil;
ticket buyers
terracotta sticking-plaster hoarders
newspaper wrapping
plastic perfume bottle top burning
			“We”

bury thumbs in jam pots
	honey bee hotels
		swallow-throats,
and
	sometimes
	the odd cactus flower

			Followers of
anything called
		house
		home

Until we, replace "I"
	with
coat-tails
	rock-graves,
the crawling on all fours until we find 
	something
		
	“finer”.

© Eve Redwater 2012

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41 thoughts on “We

  1. Hi Eve. That section beginning “the blush hop” and ending with “fences” is just brilliant. I particularly enjoyed this today. So much watching and mimmicking involved in our learning who we aren’t, and who we are.

    Hope you have a lovely weekend.

    • “So much watching and mimicking involved in our learning who we aren’t, and who we are.” – is so accurate!

      Thank you for your lovely comment! Hope you have a great weekend too. 🙂

    • Thank you for commenting! I didn’t actually realise that they looked that way until you mentioned it, my brain must have done all the hard work for me without me noticing! 😀

  2. I really like how you combine photographs/images with your entries. At my “traces” page (manoftheword.com) there is a writing inspired by your writing moniker. Nice work

  3. This is a lovely poem, and I am already looking forward to perusing your archives.

    “Until we, replace “I”
    with
    coat-tails
    rock-graves,
    the crawling on all fours until we find
    something

    “finer”.”

    This will stick with me today.

  4. Nice! Makes me think of how we all are created with a “God-shaped” void constantly searching for what can truly fill that void in our lives.

    Below are my favorite lines:

    So,
    instead of talking to we,
    we, talk mostly, to the trees.
    Or,
    the blush-hop of a robin
    (splinters for tea) and, sometimes,
    the rat-tat-tat of light as
    it flashes through iron
    fences

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