English Hills

I have never had much to give to you,
my birthing land- you took it all anyway!
Suckled at my feet in the forest,
the roots were your teeth
tickling innocence away from me.
I’m drained, home, I’m tired!
I’m tied to the mast of this telephone line
and no one is picking up the receiver
or at least now they’ve made static
out of my screaming.
No heavy breathing to be heard
just the moaning of everything
compressed into the body,
aching and shoddily stitched
into flesh.

English hills, Please,
be gentle with me.

Reviews

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I loved when you said "one is picking up the receiver or at least now they’ve made static out of my screaming". This is very witty, and I enjoyed your piece a lot. Great job, Seth, keep up the good work. - Cord

[Seth Tillings]

Means a lot, that's also my favorite line.

[astronaut]

"Suckled at my feet in the forest" I don't know why but it made me chuckle. I like it. I want to go to the english hills someday. Wonderful and keep writing. :)

[Seth Tillings]

I live in them, they are beautiful and ugly at the same time...sometimes.