Thaw

January 2, 2013 at 9:02 pm (literature, philosophy, Poems, poetry, Stories) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

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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4 Comments

  1. sethsnap said,

    Love what you did with the words.

  2. unfetteredbs said,

    I like that– we both think in pictures. So very true Julia. You paint very vivid images in my mind everytime.

  3. Sharmishtha Basu said,

    ouch! its very vivid indeed!

    happy new year julia, wish you a fabulous year!

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