Poem: Willow
by Meggie Elder, InDigest Magazine
I’m uncertain about most things
even when I should be sure
because I’ve been taught to willow.
My mother says that willows are always sad
and I agreed, palming what I could from the conversation.
Now, when I walk, I ramble,
when I sing, I sigh,
and when I answer, I waiver,
understanding that little is better than being unsuited,
recommending we all consider our subscriptions
to the weepy eyelashes and shallow veins
that run us ready into the ground.
Arts Orbit is a multisource blog about the local arts scene, featuring both original contributions by Daily Planet writers and entries reprinted from partner blogs and online publications.
Meggie Elder graduated from the University of St. Thomas with a BA in English. She then moved to Europe. She now teaches English to German businessmen in Cologne. Meggie likes to travel, write poems, and is very complex despite her bland bio. She’s posted many bits of writing on her blog.
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