a straggle of a line
arms folded back
reverential contortions
hunched crow-black
from the sweep of the rain
a grasp
"Sorry for your trouble"
poor comfort that
the clink of glasses
striking a tinder heart
the crazed cuckoo croak
of the clock
ticking off
the first hour
of a life without her
those others whose blood was spilt
the rain battered box
gift wrapped
wreaths and flowers blooming
on a life of guilt
Comments
jennifer | June 26, 2008 - 11:15
'the rain battered box
gift wrapped'
such a vivid image of the coffin.
This is minimalistic, and yet says it all.
And for once, I think the lack of puncatuation adds to that.
charlie99 | June 27, 2008 - 19:49
You can download the whole PDF for free at lulu.com Just search for The Anvil Earth.
MistakenMagic | July 25, 2008 - 09:06
This is such a beautiful poem, the subtle rhyme scheme really adds to the rhythm of the poem - and the imagery is superlative!