“Treebeard” ©️ C.P. Hickey 2021


Roots red riot

Reaching up into a stratosphere

Wagging straw doodles

An itch not scratchable

Forming a Bedouin burning bush

Pandemic nettles preventing tight seals

Masking my contempt of you, at you

There isn’t a light apparent at the end of this tunnel

Nowhere to go but up


“Stripped of Memory”

“Light Lit” ©️ C.P. Hickey 2021

“Stripped of Memory”

The memory of this place consigns its pain to me

A bunch of grapes plucked off,

Empty sprigs form quiet stress

Place-holding taunts and barbs,

The burnt toast ghost of treasured anticipation

Who will remember what I can’t?

When I can no longer bear witness

Such is the narrative:

A leaf blows off a bridge

After having been stuck

And dances the air

Until it comes to float on restless waters

Carried away to be counted among other forgetful forgottens