Wednesday, June 8, 2016

Sarah St Vincent Welch # 156 Solitary




I imagined the Currawong trill was laughter
children I might play with, just out of sight
wondered where they hid, how to join 
hide and seek 
how I could find them    
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4 comments:

  1. Robert VerdonJune 8, 2016 at 10:43 PM

    cuts me to the quick, Sarah

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  2. Efi HatzimanolisJune 9, 2016 at 8:26 AM

    yes, and beautiful

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  3. PSCottierJune 9, 2016 at 9:35 AM

    Interesting, Sarah, I can imagine a currawong sneering, but not laughing. Sad poem.

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  4. UnknownJune 9, 2016 at 9:46 AM

    Eerie and really captures something very truthful about being a solitary child.

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