The Banyon

I am a tangled
tagliatelle tree, whose
branches reach for release
in the clouds. Climb my slim,
proud, ribbonous strands.
Hug me.
For I am a tree.

Trifextra: Week Thirty-Six. Prompt: Choose a photo and give us a metaphor or simile to help describe what you see in 33 words or less. This poem is 30 words, including the title. To join in the fun, pop over to Trifecta

Author: Misky

‘Misky’ lives in the UK surrounded by flowers, freshly baked bread, and always keeps dog biscuits in her pocket for her blind Springer Spaniel. She never buys clothing without pockets. Her work is widely published.

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