she gathers
gray slate
skirt
and sits on the
broken step
of back porch
absentmindedly,
rubs alcohol
on her chest
where the sparrow
bore a hole
and flew away.
A contest entry
- sparrow by Saffron.
900 points, ended November 7, 2008, 17 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Oh, I love this--I love everything about it, especially the line(s) "where the sparrow bore a hole and flew away". I just adore poems succinct with the kind of imagery you have written here.
Thank you so much for this entry.
Saffron
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thank you for the bronze (:
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oh, my ... stunning ...
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See below.
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Perfect.
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wonderful!
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