Forgotten
in locked allotments
bracing brass monkey feet
she
dug
deep
with clenched teeth
through frozen clods
customarily turning over old leaves
until
she slipped
and gripping glass
g
u
i
l
l
o
t
i
n
e
d
her pinkie finger tip.
.
As shock welled
to fill iced water butts
she saw her isolation reflected hard as winter
and lifting her mangled digit
in surrender
staggered bleeding to the gate.
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sethsnap said,
January 2, 2013 at 10:06 pm
Love what you did with the words.
Julia Dean-Richards said,
January 2, 2013 at 10:13 pm
Thanks Seth. Maybe that’s because we both think in pictures. Happy New Year!
unfetteredbs said,
January 3, 2013 at 1:03 am
I like that– we both think in pictures. So very true Julia. You paint very vivid images in my mind everytime.
Sharmishtha Basu said,
January 5, 2013 at 5:13 am
ouch! its very vivid indeed!
happy new year julia, wish you a fabulous year!