Broken goddess

A poem about an old abandoned standing stone

BROKEN GODDESS

 

Laying broken in a barren cornfield

Demanding to be heard but no one listens.

 

Deafened by echoes of the past

When love seemed to last an eternity.

 

The circle of friend’s laughter, like daisy chains

Unbroken, until she was forgotten.

 

In isolation she hibernates and patiently wades

Through waves of emotions for the tide to turn.

 

Sheep rocking her thoughts to sleep

Darn holes in security blankets.

 

The intolerant wool tangles around her feet

As she tries to unravel the heart of the matter.

 

The elements slowly erode her stone core

She will not be heard until we can listen.

 

D.Hinson

 

Reviews

[Kgosi]

hmmm... "She will not be heard until we can listen." how can we listen without ears?.... nice piece..