Love
Love is a carved wooden goblet
Wood darkened by age and use
Base sprawling wide, solid, unshakable
Stem spiraling upward
The generous curve of the goblet whispers stories once carved deep
now erased by the caress of countless touches
While the lip of the cup runs round endless and smooth to the mouth
The well of the cup dwells deep and dark
waiting to be completed with something rich and filling
Love is a carved wooden goblet
This poem was inspired by Liz Prather’s A Walk Through the Forest prompt
