Sticks and Stones

Elizabeth Rose sat on the edge
Her wooden heart
Sawing the grain –
Blood in the cut
Opening with a thread
The hem only bordered
by flimsy flesh
Elizabeth Rose dangled her legs
Over the rim
her red eyes weeping,
a dirge
for the dead
Sticks and stones left
Horse bones and ashes swept
Elizabeth Rose staggered to her feet
Shaking legs
Black smoke billowed
Around the fallen,
Her frame borne,
a walking memory
as she continues on.

 

J.CALVERT 2016

 

 

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7 thoughts on “Sticks and Stones

  1. Love this, Jen! I feel like I repeat myself every time I visit your site…but you truly blow me away. Writing like yours is what drew me to poetry in the first place. Your words are windows to far off realms. Sublime, my clever friend 🙂

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