Fallow

On fallow,
Torn, faded fabric,
River rocks,
Caught the tatters of her threads,
Taunted and bellowed, the garden snakes riff,
Her feet a shell of broken skin and bone,
Behind a weatherboard shack,
Peeling the paint back,
The door of rotting timber, falls from the hinges,
Axes and hatchets to build their town,
Fringed and ram shacked,
At the edge of the cliff,
Seagulls squawk and squall,
The sound of the sea,
The fire pit in raging glee,
She rests beside the hearth,
The pain, hushed,
Muted to the tones,
Of home.

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23 thoughts on “Fallow

  1. Phenomenal and so creatively pure at heart.

    My favorite lines:

    Seagulls squawk and squall,
    The sound of the sea,
    The fire pit in raging glee,

    You have a powerful mind and such a gifted and talented writer. 🙂

    I’m so glad we are friends. 🙂

    Like

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