Wednesday, February 15, 2012

The Grapplers

The Grapplers is an extended metaphor poem by Julia Lieberman.

The Grapplers
The spindly aspen tree roots
are bony
fleshless hands

just waiting to reach out with their ice-cold grip
and trip a passer-by in the penetrating darkness.

Popping out of the earthy
Wormy dirt,
They twist and bump,
generously donating a stubbed toe.
Though they hide underneath the dark
They make themselves known.

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