September 12th, 2005

Postbox Fairy

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 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.