I'm remains of the girl
who when she heard the horses coming
scraped a gravel grave
in the middle of the road
and beneath the hounds
and hooves,
loud as lungs would let her
begged "Salt,
Sir and Steed -
a bit of salt!"
But Judgement reined mean.
His malice touch drew blood -
"Copper for a coffin,
salty for the tongue!"
And drowned to sleep forever
in the middle of the road
she rots lucid and pleads
for salt.
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Friday, October 19, 2018
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- Maude Lynn
- Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days. ---Flannery O'Connor
12 comments:
Wow! This is piercingly poignant, MZ!💜
But judgement reined mean. Lovely play on words, and oh-so-powerful of an image.
Boy, can you weave a poem. I want you to sit beside me at every campfire!
I love this poem, Mama Zen! I love the sound effects of 'scraped a gravel grave' and 'hounds and hooves', and the malice in the alliteration of 'Copper for a coffin'.
Poor thing. I am old enough to remember the early 70's poem, "Dead skunk in the middle of the road." It now lives on YouTube.
Been missing you?
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Oops, should have said "early 70's SONG, dead skunk ..." Sorry.
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A brilliant narrative, in your signature free verse.. such a wonderful reading experience.
The images you weave with your story is dark in a way... somehow the imagery and word choices reminds me of Dickens... maybe its the sense of a time passed...
"rots lucid" wow.
I enjoyed reading your poem, it took me to many places.
One asks for salt and earns a coffin........such a powerful read, MZ, with amazing imagery.
Nice work Mama
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