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.
aplaceforpoetry 
Love what you did with the words.
Thanks Seth. Maybe that’s because we both think in pictures. Happy New Year!
I like that– we both think in pictures. So very true Julia. You paint very vivid images in my mind everytime.
ouch! its very vivid indeed!
happy new year julia, wish you a fabulous year!