Poem: Caught by Time

A second poem on Leonora Carrington's The Hour of the Angelus.

Too freighted with age 

To easily squeeze 

Between these trees,

Or slip through

An unwanted embrace.

Held, shouting for help,

How these bushes laugh:

What imps! You curse them.

Then cringe at the pines,

Once tall elegant knights

Who lean over as crones

To tickle your chin. Ouch! 

Long such prickly fingers,

They tear, they scratch,

Write names on your skin.