April is Poetry Month # 2

verses composed outside Nineveh under a fig tree

wither the tree,

the stubborn root choking the heart.

blister us with the noonday sun we

will not yield we will not go into the city.

we will not god, we will not the promise of angels.

we teeter on the head of the pin–

the windmill arms,

the whoa! whoa! whoa!

the long way down.

Rebecca Cook lives in Chattanooga, TN. She grew up in North Georgia on a farm in Wood Station. She is a writer and visual artist, a writing teacher, an editor, and she has been known to preach in her local church, Grace Episcopal. She is a mom, a wife, and a homemaker/cook at present as she no longer works outside the home. She took her MA in English Literature (UTC), her MA in Rhetoric and Writing (UTC), and MFA in Creative Writing,--poetry, creative nonfiction, (Vermont College). She has published prose and poetry widely across the internet and in print magazines and journals.