behind the shadows

for those three days you were the crow that

picked at my bones with pin sharp teeth

then as soon as you flew, you became noises

like the chirrsome sigh of the penultimate step

the crushed leather wheeze of the corner chair

a soft tinkling as soot fell down the chimney

disturbed by a nesting swallow, perhaps a swift

could it have been a crow?

a flicker of light that spat floaters across my vision

perhaps an afternoon shaft, burning a sliver of gold

on the dust ridden carpet, motes circling in the glow

 

they talked to me then, those tiny flecks of what you were

told me of the secret places you had been

they told me to break down my cardboard boxes

to stick them up at the windows so no one could see in

so i could not see out

they told me to stop feeding the fish

they told me to smash my phone

they told me to dig

to dig down beneath the house

to scrape away the wet earth under the boards

until i found the beautiful crystal caverns

pulses of green and blue and purple

under the calm glow were clouds and ghosts

the ancient ruins, crumbling to dust

the statues of you decorated with tiny mosaic

the glistening tiles picked out your gorgeous eyes

the flow of your hair, like a waterfall

🌷 (7)

◄ Georgia, 1946

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Comments

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Wolfgar Miere

Sun 10th Sep 2017 21:16

Great stuff Stu,

many of your works are worthy of POTW and this one is a pearl.

Well deserved.

David.

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keith jeffries

Sun 10th Sep 2017 09:46

Stu, Congratulations! A highly descriptive poem, thought provoking and one that conjures up so many images in the mind. Keith

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Graham Sherwood

Mon 4th Sep 2017 18:55

Well I can't cut and paste the whole bloody lot can I?

These are just superb!...........

"you became noises

like the chirrsome sigh of the penultimate step

the crushed leather wheeze of the corner chair

a soft tinkling as soot fell down the chimney

disturbed by a nesting swallow, perhaps a swift

could it have been a crow?

a flicker of light that spat floaters across my vision

......... Definitely one of your finest Stu!

Great work!

Martin Elder

Sat 2nd Sep 2017 09:47

Another fab poem with so much depth not just literally but actual. Not enough said about floaters I believe and that whole description sitting in a chair nice one

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Graham Sherwood

Fri 1st Sep 2017 21:42

Really like this Stu but I'm coming back later for a serious look!

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