Nancy Byrne Iannucci – Sap

Nancy Byrne Iannucci


I fall from
a blue spruce
onto moss
that toss
me to you.

viridescent packs,
muse on root backs,
they speak in oracles:
Wait for him,
your match.

tight recessive genes,
lavender breath,
cinnamon hair,
cobalt eyes,
& ginger lashes-

scarcest pigment
in nature. In a
pink clean voice,
you call to me.
unearthly thing,

malevolent male,
I hate you.
I love you.
you make me wild,
a storm in the wood,

twigs snap,
my hands crack
in your lap, you
wrap my peduncle
right round &

ripen my
deciduous frame
until I shed all
over you &
onto the ground.

Nancy Byrne Iannucci teaches history and lives poetry in Troy, NY. Her poetry can be found in a number of publications including Allegro Poetry Magazine, Gargoyle, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, Typehouse Literary Magazine, Riggwelter Press, Three Drops from a Cauldron, and Hobo Camp Review. Her debut book of poetry, Temptation of Wood, was recently published by Nixes Mate Review.

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