Tag Archives: roots

dandelion brine

Posted on May 19, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

Her confession turns your face to ash and starches up your collar too tight it is around your small throat as she begins to holler. It’s woody white roots tonight for you and maybe even tomorrow it’s dandelion brine and … Continue reading →

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Tall Tales

Posted on April 25, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

The memories of trees are long no matter if their roots are lifted from the earth and left to reach hungrily for the sky. Even those who have gone without a trace remember. The Arbre du Ténéré without limbs and possessing … Continue reading →

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Adios, amigas y amigos!

Posted on April 23, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

Shifting sands have brought to me Familiar hands, familiar eyes, Souls I never thought I’d see Held fast and blind with roots and ties. Taken away have been the fragile ones Their thin facade not meant to last, Tears a … Continue reading →

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Epitaph

Posted on April 15, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

Do not write what I have sung, rather write what I have seen. For that you will need my eyes. Take these words, may they serve you well. May they be the eager vowels and bold consonants that show such … Continue reading →

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Choose Your Color

Posted on March 1, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

I would rather be a window than a wall. You could see through me then and it would matter to both of us in different ways. Before I was born I had not been meant to be. Do you think … Continue reading →

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Melody Maker

Posted on November 4, 2013 by theminstrelscitadel

You speak to me as sunlight life-giver, making the leaves glow warm and tender, their fragile fabric of pulsing chlorophyll, veins as roots as branches. And when you speak I become greedy. I am so very hungry for more. Fold … Continue reading →

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