In the blackness
of the warm night
while I sleep
a witch-tree
is screwed in the grass
out back.
I don’t notice ‘til morning.
Bending to wiggle it
and feeling the hard ground
pushing back
saying No, thank you.
The thing is
small and ugly
just fallen branch sticks
intersecting;
scarcely tall as my knees.
I’m afraid suddenly.
Though I’ve been afraid
all this year
and the one before.
of the warm night
while I sleep
a witch-tree
is screwed in the grass
out back.
I don’t notice ‘til morning.
Bending to wiggle it
and feeling the hard ground
pushing back
saying No, thank you.
The thing is
small and ugly
just fallen branch sticks
intersecting;
scarcely tall as my knees.
I’m afraid suddenly.
Though I’ve been afraid
all this year
and the one before.
Susan Tepper is a twenty year writer in all genres, and the author of nine published books. Her most recent are CONFESS (a poetry chapbook by Cervena Barva Press, 2020) and a quirky road novel WHAT DRIVES MEN (Wilderness House Press, 2019). Currently Tepper is in pre-production of an Off-Bdwy play titled THE CROOKED HEART which she based on artist Jackson Pollock’s later years.
www.susantepper.com
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