The traveller.

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I wonder where it is you’re going now?

Do you fly to the sun, or seek the cold?

You’ve learned to carry your own roots around

in your backpack, that one with the rainbow –

it’s fading now. That pack is growing old. 

I’ve watched you fill it up, packing it tight

with clothes and books and boots and things you might

need one day. Empty, then fill it again,

because you want to, but can’t travel light.

Those heavy roots will not be cut. Your pain. 

This is for two dVerse prompts – it’s dizain month, and I’ve used the theme of movement from Amaya’s Tuesday prompt.

12 thoughts on “The traveller.”

  1. A beautiful dizain Sarah, I especially love ‘You’ve learned to carry your own roots around in your backpack, that one with the rainbow’ xxx

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  7. A beautifully-created character/situation. I like the ambiguity of the last two words, and the apparent effortlessness of the whole. The form is perfect (I like the inclusion of half-rhymes) and the poem transcends it.

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  9. I get the feeling this poem is based on a real person, Sarah, mainly from the lines:
    In your backpack, that one with the rainbow –
    it’s fading now. That pack is growing old’
    and the description of the packing. Is it a child? You’re right about the heavy roots.

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