each memory a root
sinking into ground
to loop back
out of cool earth
to catch my feet
what do they grow
down into
what draws them underground
who knows
in the darkness
you can’t see them
but they grasp you
and you falter
just the same
——
tendrils (20161019)
Words and Feathers 
Lovely.
Thank you!
Why can’t it ever be the great memories that suddenly grab you in the middle of the night?
Ha ha ha. Sometimes they do, I’m sure. I just can’t remember them.
Sounds like a vampire tree! Ooh, love the imagery.
It’s the tree that hides under your bed and touches your ankle when you walk by in the dark.
How fun! It’s too bad it only touches my ankle. 😀
Maybe you could negotiate for a little extra.
😝 Such a crowmedian.
I caw-rack myself up.
You cawght me cawckling!