Stone Root Poems | Examples

Oakchild

Child, pulled from the lap
        of divided paths, under
        the strength of scarred arms.

You are warm with stone root,
        waiting to mix the brew
        of old rain, grass and crossroads
        under your boots.

You wile under branches that
        are heavy with green
        and obscure growth.

This calico angel,a farm girl,
        waits in a church of milk cans
        ( a silver circle)
        for the diesel song of the lorry.

You stay cool in the shade, a virgin.