I like it. Though I can't help but imagine that oak beneath the skin. At least for me, it's not a pretty image as at the moment all I am imagining is the oak tree. . . and well, blood and flesh. Plus, I can't help but think that it must be painful to have that oak tree beneath the skin.
hehe Sometimes, I can't help but take the words literally. On the other hand, I like the image of seeing the nests, plus I like how when I read the poem, I get this softens.
Overall, my understanding of this poem is that despite how that someone may be feeling, whether in pain or uncomfortable, this someone is still kind and friendly.
2 years ago
by Ben Pickard
What a beautiful, precise little piece. Excellent work