September 27, 2003
Almus pater
Almus pater
Father. Oak.Roots clinging to deep, dark earth.
I know darkness,
Depth.
I am She;
Persephone Rising -
Not with pomegranate, but acorn and catkin.
Quercus robur
He too knows
Temptation. Betrayal.
Wanting more yet needing less.
Still.
He remains.
I the sapling, taproot exposed;
My roots, ours entwined, dig
Deeper. Deeper
Into rich soil.
Depths unknown
And all-knowing.
I wrote the bulk of this poem almost a year and a half ago - it stemmed out of a writing exercise about my father. Although the poem didn't wind up being solely about him, he certainly served as catalyst! I found it last night as I reread some old journals, tweaked it a bit, and here it is. I'm pretty proud of it! Enjoy...
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