her hollow ground
in constrained composure
flexing an arched back
her tendons yawn and complain
dimly lit paths
mimic meadow streams
tripping over her presence
jewelry adorns her
yet she wished it would fall
like autumn leaves
a gentle breeze chills her
she shivers, and sparkles
like broken glass
stray cats linger
anointing her with their musky stench
like cheap perfume
yet she cannot be claimed
although she bares the marks
of past lovers proclaims
in a city of fireflies
coughing pollution
from swollen tailpipes
she flexes once more
yearning to reach the sun
beyond concrete trees and rainless clouds.
The "she" that I refer to in this poem is about a Christmas Tree in a city park. It is about a permanent tree which has been decorated as a Christmas tree. It describes the tree's feelings of being decorated and being in a busy city. The photo above is of the Rockefeller Centre Christmas Tree in Central Park, New York. This tree is part of a display and is not permanent, but I have used the photo because it looks awesome.
I chose the title, "her hollow ground", to describe the hollow ground, i.e. valley between the buildings. It could be a word play on the spiritual term of 'hallow ground' but I didn't intend on that.
Also I chose not to punctuate this poem for dramatic effect. It is also another non rhyming poem, of which I don't do too many but still enjoy writing.