dead sheep

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There’s a dead sheep – swelling by the hedge

a woman standing by the cottage door,

a ghost

 

waiting for her man.

What should she do?

The sheep is dead with lamb wedged deep inside her.

 

Night creeps in

she lights the lamp

and paces.

 

The sheep is heavy

on her conscience now.

A female presence,

a legacy

of treachery from long ago.

 

 

 

 

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Fkx

Sun 13th Jan 2013 10:47

There is a weight that a poet bears
although there along the edges the answers are scarce. There is a soothing undertone to this poem that allows what is not yet seen to comfort the begging heart of understanding. Thanks for sharing.

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Isobel

Mon 7th Jan 2013 21:34

Very enigmatic. Nothing weightier than a dead animal. It's a great symbol for guilt. I like the understatement in your poem Ann.

If you were living in the North you wouldn't be seeing any dead sheep by the side of the road - they'd be up and in someone's freezer.

darren thomas

Mon 7th Jan 2013 15:29

This feels very enigmatic. I'm more than curious and 'swelling by the hedge' is a great choice of words.

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Yvonne Brunton

Sat 5th Jan 2013 10:04

chilling!
But Happy New Year, Ann

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Graham Sherwood

Fri 4th Jan 2013 22:21

Good return to form Ann. Happy New Year, regards,

Graham

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Dave Bradley

Fri 4th Jan 2013 21:14

This made me go "Oo". Power in understatement, sparse yet vivid. Good one.

tony sheridan

Fri 4th Jan 2013 20:27

Hi Ann. Nice one. Happy New Year. Take care, Tony.

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Ann Foxglove

Fri 4th Jan 2013 19:37

Not sure quite where this came from - except I've seen a couple of them recently, at field's edges.

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