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Honeysuckle Wife #DVersePoetics

Cut me off at the ankles or so you said,

stood astride my stump, saw grinned.

‘Not so pretty now are we’

either of us.

 

Spent the winter finding my roots,

you brought on your hot house girls

throwing out the deadheads

before they even had chance to wilt.

 

Spring freshened up all that toughening

from too many years the same.

Found new shoots moving upwards,

more bend, less bark to my bite.

 

Summer and I redecorated it all,

cloaked myself in colour,

announced my presence, my survival.

Dared you to try cutting me down again.

 

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Carol Forrester is a writer trying to be a better one. She’s currently working on a poetry collection 'It's All In The Blood'. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University, enjoys judo at least twice a week, and tries to attend poetry events around the Midlands when she can. Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry. Her poems ‘Sunsets’ and ‘Clear Out‘ were featured on Eyes Plus Words, and two of her poems were included in the DVerse Poets Pub Publication ‘Chiaroscuro’ which is available for purchase on amazon. More recently her poem ‘Until The Light Gets In‘ was accepted and published at The Drabble and her poem ‘Newborn’ was published by Ink Sweat & Tears. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and has hosted a number of guest bloggers on her site Writing and Works.

28 Comments

  1. Glenn A. Buttkus says

    Very strong first person message, the flora unnamed but tenacious in its rebirth and defiance.

  2. love how as the seasons changed she grew courage and stood up for herself, you used the flowers to describe each scene so brilliantly

  3. That’s my honeysuckle in your poem, Carol! I can see her wild hair waving in the breeze, right outside my window, defiant with her green leaves, wrangling with the thorny climbing rose. This is my favourite poem. I’m going to print it out and pin it on the wall. I love the personification not only of the plant but also the saw – I can see it grinning! It’s true, when you cut back honeysuckle it looks straggly and not so pretty. I also enjoyed the lines:
    ‘you brought on your hot house girls’
    and
    ‘more bend, less bark to my bite’.
    We’re so lucky with our honeysuckle, as it blooms twice, once in spring and again in the summer.

  4. I am laughing out loud. I too have completely ceded the battle to the honeysuckle.

  5. I love the humor of: less bark to my bite

    honeysuckle is one of my favorite scents in the wild parts around here when it gets warm enough that the smell permeates…

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