Urban Physic Garden

 

Goat’s Rue



July 1st, 2011 · No Comments · Medicinal Plants Poetry Project

I do not beat my breast
 
but it would be easier to turn pelican,
peck through feathers & skin
& feed you on my own heart’s blood;
 
I do not cry over spilled milk
 
but it would be quicker to be a trick
involving a still pond & many fish
floating up – sedated – to the surface;
 
I do not eat my heart out
 
but how much kinder to let our white
curves pixelate & merge this long night
& nourish you by some sort of osmosis
 
than do this a minute more.
 
 
Clair Wilcox
(From Herbarium, a new poetry anthology. Launch and reading 22 July)

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