The Cut

woodpeckerhole

The sap you’ll bleed will tell the tale;

we all know the drill.

The  shock of the first prying probe,

the initial cut,

slices through more than skin.

But it’s the continual pounding,

the interminable perforation,

the ongoing flurry of jaw-jolting blows

that will have you screaming Uncle.

Just when you feel that the hammer has hit your heart

and defeat is inevitable,

the bird finds its worm,

and the real pest is revealed.

The blood you’ll cry

will cauterise the hole;

only the scab will

testify to your

cut

when you find the sky

with outstretched arms…

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12 comments on “The Cut

  1. Robert Rife says:

    Whoa…now we’re talkin’! Fantastic.

  2. tootlepedal says:

    I love a nice bit of bark.

  3. RoSy says:

    Wounds in nature – scars are always left behind – just like in human life.

  4. Gallivanta says:

    Bark is fascinating. The life experience of the tree exposed. And yes, the scar is better than the worm. And hopefully my wrinkles are as beautiful as bark 🙂

  5. Debbie says:

    What a lesson on healing for us, Melody! Thank you!

    • melodylowes says:

      This is where the rubber meets the road – the slogging through the tougher realities in life. But there is healing to be had, and most of us need at least a little of that…

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