The following is in response to Heather Holliger’s poem “Methuselah” via Labletter, an online literary magazine.
Every month, Labletter emails all of its subscribers a poem or some other form of art. This month’s poem was “Methuselah” by Heather Holliger, and it was very good—this is where I would have included a link to the poem, but it isn’t up yet, so I guess subscribers get the first look at it, but here is a link to the other monthly works published by Labletter: The Monthly Note. The poem depicts a tree that is famous for its old age—growing 1/100th of an inch every year—called the Bristlecone pine. The use of couplets in this poem was a good choice because the poem is about the tree and the speaker, the two of them juxtaposed together. I really enjoyed the ending of the poem:
“If I had roots like yours, if I could drink from limestone,
if I could endure through a mere twelve inches of rainfall,
I would make of myself a knotted, gnarled faith, a multi-trunked, branching desire.”