Here the soil
is rich red,
rust red, blood –
so that where
the turf is torn away
it bleeds
like peeled flesh,
and each white flint
a shard of white bone
and that green grass
and those flowers
a veil of decency
over that nakedness.
Here the soil
is rich red,
rust red, blood –
so that where
the turf is torn away
it bleeds
like peeled flesh,
and each white flint
a shard of white bone
and that green grass
and those flowers
a veil of decency
over that nakedness.
Oh, this is lovely! Perfect!
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Love this … a veil of decency over the wounds of soil.
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I cringe to think what happens should the grass and flowers not hold.
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This is such a gorgeous quadrille, Sarah. I love the way the colour seeps out of the soil. I especially love the lines:
‘…where
the turf is torn away
it bleeds
like peeled flesh’
and the flowers:
‘a veil of decency
over that nakedness’.
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Oh this is special. I could see the torn turf, exposed and covered delicately by the life that grows from it. A rich analogy!
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Nice!!! one (too)
much love…
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Thank you.
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Gaia is indeed a living being! One who has provided for us al, and which desrves our respect and protection! Great poem Sarah… 🙂
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Beautiful, Sarah. Yes, to all this.
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Oh wow, Sarah! This reminds me of the poem always read on Veterans Day…about the poppy fields…I’m sorry, cannot remember the title. Poet’s name is on the tip of my tongue. The richness of the earth made rich by the decomposition of matter….yes, and in those early early days of war when bodies fell and were left…or on a lighter vein, the decomposing leaves, etc.
Well done, again!
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I like it when individuals get together and
share thoughts. Great blog, continue the good work!
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