Poisoned Tree

Despised vessel
This body without a soul
Blossomed in the mud
From scant seed fallen – wayward
O’ the poisoned tree
Stained by hands of tyranny
Her beauty worn
And shrouded by clouds
Of darkness
Inconceivable fruit
What have you done
To this empty shell
Once a womb – your womb
Begotten sons
Scant seed – fallen

©Kay SaladyPoisoned Tree

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About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on November 6, 2014, in poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Terrific poem

    Liked by 1 person

  2. What powerful imagery.
    At first I was reminded of the poem by William Blake, as the theme is consistent with his, but you drew me a different picture. Wonderful!

    Liked by 1 person

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