Liz S (ixwin) wrote,
Liz S
ixwin

Poem: hope

A somewhat gothy little piece which I wrote earlier today. I had the idea a while ago, but have only now turned it into a poem.

Hope

Hope is like bindweed,
it clings
to things, entangles
itself in them, green, unrepentant,
springing anew
each time it is ripped
to the roots.

white sap,
bitter flowers.
hope stings.
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