Saturday, October 6, 2018
tin fence - Gillian Swain - #11
rusty tin fence lives in moonlight
corrugations and cold
dew runs like tears down to black-dirt feet
and hands all the same and the earth is
unraveling like a womb opening
dark night mother sings up from there
sky
into sky
and why not
all the whispers stay
you only have to listen
darkness is never empty
lean into it
tight-necked shoulders threaten to choke
maybe it's true what they say about pain and its gift
the vice will loosen if you give it a nod
it'll soon be on its way
and there's always morning
sears off the dew
warm tin
dry grass
soft earth solid
there's always morning
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would the beginning be better if:
ReplyDeletetin fence lives in moonlight
rust corrugations and cold
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Hmm...yes that is probably better, Gillian, or "tin fence lives under moonlight"?
Deletedarkness is never empty
ReplyDeletename for a new crime mini-series
I’ll sleep on it Gill.
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