the uprooting

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I imagine the mint went first,
followed closely by the flares
of the nasturtiums, and the phlox

the day of the uprooting

the delphiniums would have been
crushed, curls of pearl and sky,
into the soil that fed the roses

when the garden was pulled

yet strange that the winter sage
was left alone beside the rue
beneath the emptied trellis

© Sarah Whiteley

Yesterday marked 7 years since I first started ebbtide. 7 years since I made the conscious decision to begin writing again in an attempt to reclaim the creative side of myself that I felt was being pushed aside or squashed by the everyday. 7 years of readers, of sharing, of emerging friendships which could not have happened without this blog.

And so thank you to all of you who have passed through this little corner of the world, whether you’ve left a mark or not. Thank you for the support and the kindness and the critiques over the years. This place has been my succor and my salvation in many ways. And I am beyond appreciative for the positive changes that have come about as a result. So thank you.

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11 thoughts on “the uprooting

  1. Dear Sarah, thank you for sharing your superb and beautiful poetry over those years. I consider myself lucky to have met you. You indeed have inspired not only me but many others as well. It is my pleasure to visit you, my dear vriend !! Love and hugs across the big blue pond. Francina xx

    1. Thank you, my dear! I am so lucky to have met you as well! I still have your book and find myself paging through it for second and third helpings! 🙂 Lots of love!

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