Silver Branches
An experimental narrative poem
Silver branches and a cold black ground that pushes out
plants and flowers lined with gold and ruby,
and those who meditate inside the house are trampled on
by the gardener who picks those plants,
force-feeding them to those who were once in peace.
"Swallow silver branches whole"
and he takes out their eyes with a wooden fork.
He boxes their ears and watches them struggle
yet never once would he offer to help.
Stuffed into their nose is the leaf and the petal,
the gold and the ruby gems that were once so fresh
but now are heavy, rotting with pulled force
and their roots are nowhere to be seen like
one who fell down the stairs and suddenly broke
their neck. He gaslights a lamp that will drip oil
through the wooden ceiling and leak until it
drips, drips, drips upon their foreheads.
They suffer silver-branched covered in plants,
sleeping alone they wish they were dead.
About the Creator
Annie Kapur
200K+ Reads on Vocal.
English Lecturer
🎓Literature & Writing (B.A)
🎓Film & Writing (M.A)
🎓Secondary English Education (PgDipEd) (QTS)
📍Birmingham, UK
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