I fought with you again last night.
Your mossy curls, longer now,
hang from tired branches and sway
in stagnant wind, distorted.
Your decrepit dance in stale air
still beckons for dormant woods
The wooded ribcage trembles
as you take your greedy breath.
Insatiable roots wrap around my chest
drinking my dread, rhythmic thumping
beneath the soil.
I stumble through the fog down the trail Amygdala,
forgotten, spare from familiar footprints
left by smaller soles
You found me for the hundredth time.
Hannah Paterson is a third-year English major with a concentration in Creative Writing at Carleton. Throughout her time at school, she has had the pleasure of engaging in several creative writing classes focusing on a wide variety of genres. Over the past year, she has become increasingly interested in writing poetry and was involved in writing, editing, and designing a poetry anthology dedicated to Seamus Heaney with her Celtic Literatures class in 2024.
