Bloodline – Written March 2023 (Aged 48)

Bloodline

bloodline,
drips from an ancestors tree
i am sold
sat upon your knee
what will become of my branches
and my leaves,
my roots,
they must dig deep
bloodline,
feels fine from this vantage point
but it drips onto the ground
see me,
lost and found
kept inside –
your favourite self closing drawer
bloodline,
flows amongst my tree
bark is soft,
and i am made of its leaves
what to do –
with this crazy alphabet soup
let’s walk together
but first, let me find my boots
and tie up all my unknown roots




James Garratt – March 2023


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