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A Boy Moose Ate My Tulips by Erynne DeVore
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A Boy Moose Ate My Tulips
Erynne DeVore
i discovered marbles and obsidian buried in my garden next to the worms
after a moose ate my tulips
“of course it was a boy moose,” someone joked with me
i tried not to wake my daughters scaring him away
they woke anyways
irony is never lost on poets
my daughters
have ears and eyes and hearts of their own
they would’ve seen the evidence in the morning
those tulips were a gift from Mother Earth
meant for my pleasure, the flowers
that came to me in a dream
after i turned my back on the house
meant to turn us
from innocent and sweet
to Victors
sometimes i still dream about eating strawberries during a time i could pretend
Alaskan fruit has a taste
the tulips were a gift and i blamed nature
for taking them from me
“the lord giveth and the lord taketh away”
scripture gets just enough right
we could forget to dig deeper
the moose was just doing what moose do and
had he not
consumed what i perceived as mine
would i have let the feathers guide me
to God
a boy moose ate my tulips and i was pissed
as if Divine gifts are mine alone
as if i could expect him to be anything
other than who and what he is
as if God didn’t want me
elbow deep in dirt
listening to Their question:
what do you want to plant?!
girl, CAN YOU HEAR ME?
put your face to the earth
feel me and ask yourself
if just anything pretty deserves to be buried deep inside your home’s fertile ground?
the tulips, god
they were beautiful
and they picked me but the moose
in all of his immature adolescent volatile and majestic nature
freed me
from my attachment to pretty things
that just so happen to be there
the moose released me from all that tied me
to roots that were never mine to begin with
freed me to get dirt under my nails and
discover buried treasure
to weed the roots
that would no longer strangle all
i was planting
i prayed to co-create
which means
getting my hands dirty
More from Erynne DeVore ↓
- @poemsprayersandswears on Instagram
- She has two poetry books, Discovering Divinity: Poems, Prayers and Swears, and The Labyrinth of Heartbreak: A collection of poetry for the lovers and the heartbroken
- You can listen to me read mother all by Erynne @rembrandts.cure
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