Thursday, August 9, 2018

CALLING UP GRIEF/imaginary gardens with real toads

CALLING UP GRIEF

In dead of winter
“under the night sky she mounted a mare and rode”
No one knew where she rode
On those dark and dreary nights

She always pointed to the paint
Brown and white, In the field
She always said it was hers
The one she rode under the night sky

A pretty little girl
Sheltered and protected from
All things that hurt
And yet, over time

Hurt would find her
Like a curse
Dictated by 
The local witch

Her urge to ride
Could come at any time
Was not limited
To the dead of winter
She said, she was calling up grief

August 9, 2018








1 comment:

kaykuala said...

Was not limited
To the dead of winter
She said, she was calling up grief

It is sad when one conjures up bad times to happen to make life complicating. It does sometimes in moments of despair!

Hank

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