HEART POD

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And my heart pod flows for ever

I am old, my fibres dry
Familiar husks are splitting and splintered
Hands more claws
Jaw bones protrude
Flesh shrinks, skin sucked inwards
I am aware of my bones
Their lengths bowed and creaking
Articulations slower to lubricate

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I stand more still now
My spiny hairs still rustle
As warm winds cool,
And the wrinkled skin’s dry scales
Outline the scars and darkened dents
Of my bodies history

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And below me lies the juice
Of laughter and light and love,
My children’s sing song voices
Joining the skylark and rasping gull
The swift, colourful paints of play
Music and dancing spirits feed
The pool of sustenance
The fecund juices of love and kin
Of community and dreams

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My skin pod dries and stiffens
And deep within the pond
Heart waters like frogspawn shine
Glistening and nurtured
By memories and wisdom
Joined loosely, squirming alive
As tadpole stories hatch

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