Missing in the dark

Cherry

By littleditty

Sat, 19 Mar 2022
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2 comments
 

The shotgun echo of a coot.

The backfire of chopping October wood.

Who shot who in the city,

the braille of bullet holes in concrete

and the ratatatat. 

 

Rats in the cratch

scamper, tick tock

brick around the clockwork

heartbeat

knocks.

 

Hear the shock hollows where hearts once were.

Were those our cave paintings that flicker in 

the candlelight of this evening?

 

Hollow willow, warm ochre

heron hues,

 

when open wings are the ribcage glue

for what is missing in the dark.

 

 

 

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Poem
Sometimes, only paint will do.
Nature

Comments

Submitted by Di_Hard on

"Were those our cave paintings..."

This will need lots of reads, is one of those that gives and gives. Just the word sounds are gorgeous. The Rats part is brilliant like music

 

Submitted by littleditty on

Thanks Di - all about the sounds it was! Cheers for reading :)