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Crawl, Summer.
hollowed out as a shell
she waits bravely for harvest
without the spirit for telling tales
glazed
hunched over
howling
from the peak
out upon the open wind
a song
echoing
steady and long since lost
that cuts like a scythe through tall barley
as the fog dresses the summits
enveloping
hiding her many truths
hard as acorn seeds
deep in the barren soil
she waits bravely for harvest
without the spirit for telling tales
glazed
hunched over
howling
from the peak
out upon the open wind
a song
echoing
steady and long since lost
that cuts like a scythe through tall barley
as the fog dresses the summits
enveloping
hiding her many truths
hard as acorn seeds
deep in the barren soil
Published 28th Aug 2018
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Anonymous
29th Aug 2018 2:34pm
Poppy, this is perfect. Echoes some of my own thoughts with relative ease, but also shows the grief of the passing year. The desolate choice of words is really poignant throughout this.
Thank you for sharing.
-M
Thank you for sharing.
-M
29th Aug 2018 3:55pm
