and then, the rivers
rinse her of her sawdust
soul, and finally, when the
east gives birth to the rising sun -
when blackbird has given voice to the
new day - she is, at last, forever free.
Ben Pickard 2018
*The poetry form, Etheree, consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables
I fell in love with the way you worded: "sawdust soul". Not only is every line calming but also full of a newfound hope. This may sound rather odd, but truthfully as I was reading this piece, it dawned on me how I notice you take the time to pick the right words for each poem. Nothing ever feels rushed, misplaced or lacking something. Meaning, to me, I feel like these words were placed with care and for a purpose. This poem felt nurturing. The use of "swaddle", which I only hear in biblical Christmas stories and then the gentleness when the "rivers rinse".
This is a beautiful form and everything I feel reading this makes my heart feel like we have that chance to be free again. To start anew even if our exterior and interior are broken.