Tree Branches at My Ribs
Poetry and Mixed Media Collaboration
Christy Birmingham and Jolie Buchanan
Poking at my ribs,
Your fingers were hard as tree branches –
And your mind wasn’t any softer.
You told me to do more, see more,
And my heart fell into itself when you
Said the words feel more.
You played the song of doubt with
Too many choruses, and I forced myself to
Sway along with every oppressive note.
Those were the melodies and I was the girl
Who feared she had no branches of her own,
Who wanted only to build roots with you and
Grow, in a field that I didn’t realize was
Cluttered already with foreign bosoms.
I needed my own sunlight, I see that now, and
You poked a bit too much at the body of
This woman who wants to keep dreaming for more.
©2014 Christy Birmingham
Cheers To Creating!
Christy Birmingham is a poet, author and freelance writer in British Columbia, Canada. Her debut poetry collection Pathways to Illumination is available exclusively at Redmund Productions. If you haven’t been by her blog Poetic Parfait, yet, check it out. You can also find Christy on Twitter.