dash
Willow

Iím weaving a web
between wifehood and widowhood
ready for when what may be
comes to be

wood and water
warp and weft
Iíll drape it over the green willow tree

Iíll make a good ghost of myself
when what I would not
comes to be

when the time comes
for all our unravelling
under the green willow tree
 
Annie Fisher



If you have any thoughts about this poem, Annie Fisher  would be pleased to hear them

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