Title: The passage
by Rafael Gibbons from Suffolk | in writing, poetry
Her suffocating branches claw for each other above
As I leap to reach my father's pace against the hard wind's shove
And the frozen glare of her tangling snares
is something I'll learn to love
I went back to the passage, burning three leaves on the way
then spat at her embraces; though tortured, she asked me to stay.
Her breath on my cheek, while those jealous pearls peeked
through the wooden veins at her prey
There was a red brick passageway that i used to move through on the way to school but it was over grown with trees over the top; the passage also always seemed real and mythical to me, something I've tried to capture in personifying it.
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