Hard scrabble
speak the ground
top down
unsour the soil
remind yourself an aching bone
it does not strictly count as toil
for somewhere on the sea
a current brings
a boat of hope shows no
timber
is beyond repair
dig speak
abounding
pain speak it under down to
where capacity
is endless
dig the cemetery bury
all the things you know
get them dirty
start again
Dear Kerri, I love this poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you Rob, I have had a hard few weeks but I am back digging. xx
ReplyDelete'get them dirty/start again'. Great poem Kerri!
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