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little poem before the storm
Tough as a boot
from a coal-camp
she is no longer here
in the day or in the dark
from grandmother to ghost
to gone
I've written down
little pieces from her life
thrown them about
bones from a witch's bag
trying to make sense
or peace
'till a moment ago
no words would come
now they tumble downhill
heavy and hard
as stones
from a coal-camp
she is no longer here
in the day or in the dark
from grandmother to ghost
to gone
I've written down
little pieces from her life
thrown them about
bones from a witch's bag
trying to make sense
or peace
'till a moment ago
no words would come
now they tumble downhill
heavy and hard
as stones
Published 4th Apr 2013
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5th Apr 2013 3:01am
a few further edits:
Tough as a coal-camp boot,
no longer here
in the day or in the dark
from grandmother to ghost
to gone
I write little pieces of her life
throw them about
bones from a witch's bag
trying to make sense
or peace
'till a moment ago
no words would come
now they tumble downhill
heavy and hard
as stones
Tough as a coal-camp boot,
no longer here
in the day or in the dark
from grandmother to ghost
to gone
I write little pieces of her life
throw them about
bones from a witch's bag
trying to make sense
or peace
'till a moment ago
no words would come
now they tumble downhill
heavy and hard
as stones
15th Apr 2013 6:43pm
Very nice- the edits made it stronger- second stanza especially - wonderful imagery. I suppose it's what we all do - writing little pieces of life- trying to scry meanings just beyond our reach- wonderful verse-
19th Jan 2016 7:27pm
My grandmother just died, and I have been waiting for the words to come. I can relate.
