Friday, May 22, 2009


What you don’t know is that I,
having nothing left to lose,
set down root and burgundy thorn
just here, alongside silent stone
beside your door, your intimidating door
looming broad, carved strokes of wood
dressed all brass-knockers and shiny knobs;

I set down root and burgundy thorn
and cast my limbs surreptitiously wide
so I might snatch you as you saunter by
tangle and trip you so you bloody your chin,
split and scar your surly chin
across the rough-hewed path.

Rachel Westfall
May 22, 2009

Feeling just a little bit prickly today?


Poetikat said...

i just had a visit with my MIL - prickly, doesn't even come close!

Love the poem - especially the repetition of "set down roots..."


Fat Arse said...

Poetic... course what else might one expect to find when they visit this delightful digital house?

Today: stark & prickly
Tomorrow: Lovely, serene and saintly?
Next: a soul on the wing of a bird?

... course, I shall not now relay my level of moral decay from the days when I would'a shot the raccoon!

Rikkij said...

Ya know, Rach, I really love your stuff. It's like having to walk through a thick blackberry patch to get to the good stuff. Sandpaper and velvet. Somethin bout your style really draws me. ~rick

RachelW said...

Kat, hahaha! I can just imagine! :)

FA, ah thank you for having such faith in my character. ;)

Rick, honestly I have no idea where some of this stuff comes from. It just seems to sort of channel through me, prickles and all. Thank you for the kind words!

Woman in a Window said...

Frig. What is it about people writing as though they were born of time itself. This is lovely. Prickly, yes, but lovely.

Cynthia said...

Hi Rachel, well-written prose, the feel of
this, the tone does remind me of Nathaniel
Hawthrone, to be honest.

LP said...

I feel like Nick Cave would put this to beautiful music and sing it.
I loved this.

Catvibe said...

Love it! A couple of weeks ago, I went for a walk in a forest that was overgrown with Rhodies. One of them grabbed my backpack, unzipped it, reached in and took out my tripod and hid it. Really. That really happened and now I have no tripod.

christopher said...

Fancy FootworkI have learned fancy
footwork going past your door
how to duck and weave
and place my hands right-

would ask for a dance with you
except I need your
wild hands in plain sight
while I look in your crafty
foxy eyes and fall
into your cavernous

RachelW said...

Erin, thanks! Prickly but lovely-- I take that as a real compliment. :)

Cynthia, thanks-- I don't yet know his work, shall have to look him up.

LP, ooh! Neat idea!

Cat, that's a wonderful story. I wonder what the Rhodies had in mind? They are usually so well-behaved!

Christopher, wow, how do you do that? You sure now how to disarm a prickly woman, get into that soft place underneath. The world needs more people like you, Christopher. :)

LORENZO said...

"set down root and burgandy thorn" is a great line about the plant. And with a name like Hawthorn, no wonder he is so humanlike. Enjoyed this one! All the best, LL