Neologism
The Words I was Fed
All of the words I was fed as a child
Now reside deep within that womb
From which we birth ourselves
Germinating with the ineffable,
My own quintessence.
Ideas must be made digestible
So with letters I try
To build a cage. Overstuffed
They strain against encasement.
No belying their imperfection.
A blessed vessel doomed to fail.
body of stone is out of print from The Blasted Tree Store
Featured by The Blasted Tree: October 26, 2021
Helen Robertson
Contributing Author
body of stone by Helen Robertson is a Blasted Tree original collection of poetry.
ISBN [Digital]: 978-1-987906-76-9
Cover Design by Kyle Flemmer