channeling Old Man Willow |
you found me today, by my creek where I sink my roots, a lattice tangle that guards damp soil as my leafy veil cloaks this lonely waterway. it’s mine, you know, a stewardship given me when a branch fell upstream and flowed here, catching in a snag— and I grew. my heartwood is empty, friendless. I drink my water greedily waiting for company— here you are!— see me weep whip-thin branches, bent low swaying against your head as you pass inside, touch my soil. I’ve twisted into myself, frozen for an eternal moment, but you know with visceral certainty, don’t you?— I have an intrinsic ability. I can unwind my wooden form and walk when starlight awakens me, pausing again when your eyes find me. I wait for a time when my roots find you, drink you dry, and you’ll be mine. forever. line count: 39 Prompt ▼ |