Caroline O’Hagan – A Wells Story

A Wells Story

by Caroline O’Hagan

A man came to find me,
with a forked branch in his hands.
Wood always leans and aches towards water.
Even peeled, dried and twisted,
the branch shivered and yearned
as he drew near.

This man fierce with intent,
dug with pick and shovel
while he sweated and he swore,
and despite myself I answered
with surpassing sweetness.

He surrounded me with stones,
making me captive
to his terrible thirst.

They complain that I taste of iron,
and smell of copper,
but this is just the echo
of the sweat and blood
it took to make me.


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