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Poem – Mud Intimate (By Tricia Knoll))

Mud Intimate

 

I plunge my fingers in mud

and sculpt a twig spine, line of dirt

deep massage for all the hurt

sluiced through river banks and muck.

I tickle the cherry tree root

so its limbs can feel

a hand’s warmth, a glow

that stimulates stone fruit.

In that line I poke a stone,

rounded rock of muddied flint

just where a head must hint

above his spine of rooted bone.

Tuck in pine cone feet

pebble buttons on a blossom suit

acorns for his ankle boots,

a wig of twisted wheat.

When we lie, him and I

thigh to muddy thigh,

I wish it were so simple,

you and I, lying by.

 
Author Bio: Tricia Knoll



Tricia Knoll is an Oregon (US) poet whose work includes eco-poetry, social justice work and haiku. She is widely published in journals and anthologies. Her collected works include Ocean's Laughter (Aldrich Press, about a small town on the north Oreogn coast) and Urban Wild (Finishing Line Press, about human interactions with wildlife in urban habitat).

Now available at Amazon.com from Aldrich Press, Ocean's Laughter -- a book of lyric and eco-poetry about Manzanita, Oregon. Reviews.

Urban Wild, a poetry chapbook now available from Finishing Line Press
website: triciaknoll.com
twitter: @triciaknollwind