The silence was swirling
around my head like smoke.
There was no movement
except for the branches
of the tree swaying slightly
in the breeze
I reached to pull a piece
of fruit off the tree
when suddenly a mad goose
began pecking at my feet
He was fiercely attacking
my ankles and legs.
I tried to step away.
But every turn brought him
closer.
I fed him red clover and stroked
his feathered head.
He ran away to fight other battles
leaving me in silence again.
4 comments:
You should know the dangers of pulling fruit from trees by now. But. . . of course.
I'm afraid I'll never learn...
not easy to understand ... but I understand your image ... very fine.
i am stunned by the beauty of this poem. fabulous, emotive, surreal.
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