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128th Weekly Poetry Contest honorable mention: Offspring

by trishhopkinsonpoet

Your bright eyes push up into blue
and your limbs, like stalks,
 
climb the air with slight steps,
as if the atmosphere never pressed
 
its weight into you. Lifting,
as if light is thin and splits
 
to make way for you.
You taste of sunbeam and pollen.
 
My tendrils pull me taut,
tether me heavy to the dirt
 
where I can’t pull free
from root or worm.
 
Drudging, as if light is glue,
an emission confining me.
 
If only I could pluck a petal
from your fingertips and place it
 
between my ear and the earth,
I would hear the rush of the sky.

--originally published in Stirring

128th Weekly Poetry Contest