Grave Digger

Grave Digger

A Poem by BonnyRivers

Substance of chalk, honeycombed hollow, 

once hallowed scaffold.

Submerged, merged, mingling
of flesh under seal of earth and night -
Day brings horror, sun bleached, scored and shaven.

What Primary force designed this
grotesque puppetry, who cut the strings?
Somnambulant dancer through drifts of mist - 

disembodied fragility, in all its cracking, tentative beauty. 

© 2018 BonnyRivers


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Added on August 23, 2018
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BonnyRivers
BonnyRivers

Ireland



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Irish, kind of moody, sort of sad, lots of mad! Secondary school teacher, theology graduate. A teacher once told me I'm a liberal. I'm still wrestling with what that means! Lover of white wine, Autumn.. more..

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