Lazy Poets Thursday Poem

wooden woman

Druantia

Once I was fertile fecund my flowers

were the favoured of bees by the swarm

birds spread my seed unaware of north south divide

now I stand hacked worn and idle baking in the sun

with most of the life sucked from me

but my foot is damp there is hope yet

should you move me a few steps to this rich earth

I may send down roots

But perhaps you would prefer to preserve

rescue me I am of good wood

and will outlast these pitiful shrubs that surround me

just oil me polish me to a shine

I’ll stand as statue in a palatial pleasure gallery

and be stroked by appreciative hands

7 thoughts on “Lazy Poets Thursday Poem

  1. Wonderful poem, Gilly – the patient, resigned voice fits the picture beautifully. (And yet the speaker has her pride too – “my flowers were the favoured of bees by the swarm / birds spread my seed unaware of north south divide”.)

    Poor little wooden woman, I hope she gets her wish.

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