Winter Pruning

Christine Burrows

winter solstice tick-tocks the cutting, digging ritual
secateurs snick, cut clean through
thick thorny shafts and scraggly-leafed branches

each rose bush must be pared down to a gnarled fist with  
a single, spike-armoured finger
menace revealed, then tucked into a bed of pea-straw

when frost-melt steams in September sun
new-forged thorns and leaves, slick 
with the lacquer of the just born 

will reveal a sly profusion of furled rosebuds
crimson turbans bejewelled with dew
at home amongst the barbs,

Christine originates from Aotearoa (NZ) and currently lives and writes on Dja Dja Wurrung Country, in Bendigo. Her work has appeared in numerous anthologies and literary places, in print and on stage. She explores land/psych-scapes of trauma, grief, loss, dis/location, queer experience, social and enviro in/justice. 

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