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Oscar_Locke

Australia

In this country the animals
have the faces of
animals.

Their eyes
flash once in car headlights
and are gone.

Their deaths are not elegant.

They have the faces of
no-one.

~ The animals in that country, Margaret Atwood

Message from Writer

a sword of words.

skeleton of my house

December 4, 2018

FREE WRITING

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take a step -
fingerprints frozen 'gainst windowpane.

and the fractures

fallen down -
sorrow floods gutters: silvery green.

ground teeth -
groan of furniture, bittersweet.

and the fractures

horror eating- the starkness swallows me.

up and up-
snapped dreams: blue bird wings.

and the fractures

gentle trace -
the split in the wall, good pain.

walk slow -
shrink back to old youth.

and the fractures

whisper low -
this home knows my name.

leave it -
close the door, close the jaw.

and wander away.
i'm moving. goodbye, old house :'(

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2 Comments
  • a sprig of pink

    the imagery is pristine. great job.


    6 months ago
  • rainandsonder

    This is such a gorgeous poem, I love how you weave words and twist them into vivid imagery!


    9 months ago