Seed Willow, cut to its hidden houses something secret furls unfurls its stem-self seed slopes slews under crystal skin (its) flesh blooms to tone – coralling a milky alumben in water’s distress, floats, |stays| alive winds its silver thread in brine – fleshed frond & secret, still – a silver thread pulls-up willow’s Ochre curtain. Truncated cut, yet I saw it — willowGrove willowGrief — winter / flower / blossoms lie on wet ground bereft of their generations seed will lie | seed will lie | Copyright Chris Murray, 2021 First published Timber Literary Journal, September 2021 Online URL: https://timberjournal.org/archive/seed
a note about the text
the poem seed responds to a series of poems (seed, cells, hunger) first published in the blind (2013). I have taken the blind out of circulation as I am working with the text at this time.