This poem won Editor's Mom's Choice in the 2016 2-Day Poem Contest
the first night of the first time she is sold,
she imagines herself becoming a tree, undergoing
daphne and peneus both. shapes herself stern to stem:
gnarled sluggish roots, tender heartwood, brittle
outer bark fissured and bearded with emerald moss.
her limbs are leaden, laden, a fortune
of young shoots all in furuncle ready to burst
into fervent blossom.
she pays no mind to the hinky stares of woodland
beasts. the animal, animate sounds of rut.
alone, she tastes salt and copper flooding her mouth.
dreams of fire to prune her leaves of mast.
Published online July 05 2016.
This poem was a winner in CV2’s annual 2-Day Poem Contest. Every April, CV2 challenges players to create a new original poem that uses all 10 words of our choosing. It’s poetry under pressure for prizes, publication, and personal bests. Learn how to sign up for the next 2-Day Poem Contest.