If You Sprouted a Tree
a poem
Imagine, you sprouted a tree
where your hair used to be.
Fur grew on your skin
where your freckles had been.
The butterfly on your slick, black nose
tickles you with dancing, tiny ‘toes’.
Imagine, you sprouted a tree
where your hair used to be.
Fur grew on your skin
where your freckles had been.
The butterfly on your slick, black nose
tickles you with dancing, tiny ‘toes’.
Fiddleheads & Floss gets to the heart of writing. Award-winning poet and writer Christina M Ward shares her poetic works and her thoughts on writing.