cold meats

By celticman

Thu, 25 Oct 2018
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Jack-knifed on a ring-road

Empty eyes and womb done

Like a shut butcher’s shop

But without recall – a shrine

Memories of it all

Streets and schools named

Glorious years without fears

When eyes jumped like frogs

Full-on in a gibbous moon

All too soon

Children’s party and liberation

Holding back that desolation

From yourself and no one else

Drifting anonymity

Like ash settling on clear water

Certificate U
Poem
Philosophy

Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Jack,

it sounds like you're thoughts are surfacing and the need to get them down becomes clear.

Love those lines:-

When eyes jumped like frogs

Full - on in a gibbous moon

All too soon

Had to look up that word gibbous, never heard it used before. I think it means the moon isn't at its fullest. Thanks for introducing me to a new word.

Interesting poem.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by celticman on

pleasure Jenny, keep writing.