Transmogrified
by Emma Woodford
Bulbous thoughtless prey
I cry alone in the woods,
all mine and silent.
Praying dark thoughts of time
passing as I grow dark,
gnarled and green.
Rivers passing through sing of
foregone days owing me no
conclusions but to say
I’m here, I’m stuck,
there is no place to grow
but here.
My head is no comparison
for ugliness I don’t know
what beauty is.
Though lush grass grows here
I can only see my fear
reflected in you.
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Emma Woodford works as a social activist, is a mother of two and lives in the Belgian countryside with her family, cat, chickens and two goats. Her poems are being published online in Academy of the Heart and Mind and forthcoming in the Anti-narrative Journal.
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'Right Turn'
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'bronx zoo'
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by Linda Imbler
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