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Vines

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Vines

by Lynne Sargent

 

I have been staring at vines for weeks,
watching

their sticky paws latch
onto their walls

indiscriminately in love,
whether stone, or wood, or cement

hanging on
after death, turning red, black

supported by the fallen lengths
of their body.

I have been brushing past them,
noticing

their protruding leaves
dropping pollen

in search of purchase,
desperate only in their frequency

hearing their song;
produce,

hold on.

 


headshotLynne Sargent is a writer, and circus artist based in the Hamilton area. She holds an MA in philosophy from McMaster University, specializing in bioethics. She is a lover of all things fey, strange, and bloody. She is a novice writer, specializing in poetry and fairytales.

 moralguillotines.wordpress.com


 


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