On the way to your house

On the way to your house

A Poem by Vicki L.

Under the shrill of cicadas
I found the remains of a cow.
Ants soldiered over the bones
staking claim as if it were ivory.

Dark scars on the road told the end
of the story where cows follow the
fence to freedom...the skull caved in
with a soft nudge of my shoe.

I bent down and saw the eyes
were gone.  Flesh and fur
weathered to nothing.  My fingers
traced curving angles, poked in joints.

One bone's white horizon rose up
from the dirt, submerged just so
perfect even the ants left it
alone.

I took a deep breath--paid my silent respects--
the cicadas never ending their chronic hymn--
then hefted the bone into my bag.

© 2010 Vicki L.


Author's Note

Vicki L.
The bone sits on top of my bookshelf.

There are a few lines I'm still working out. Comments and suggestions are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

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pretty cool. I collect things like that. this is a story well told. I noticed one typo....stanza 4, line one...think it should be "[as] it came into focus."

Flies creep me out, too. lol! I wear a surgical mask and gloves when I go bone hunting. Just because I'm kinda germy.

cheers!
cheers!

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Yeees, pretty strong sound and visual imagery. Shows the reader the scene very well. Somethings just standout to us all of a sudden-- this makes for a captivating story because it's something we can all relate to. You know like reminds us of our own story about a special object sitting on the shelf. There also seems to be a subtler message about how these objects can be like "talismans" or just like something that reminds us or inspires us to write-- or maybe that's just me looking to into it I don't know. Nice story-- thanks for sharing this one.

M


Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like this; the poetry in everyday life. It kind of just ends abruptly but real life ends abruptly most of the time. Hey, it happened that way. What else is there to say? lol I thought this was kinda cool

Posted 14 Years Ago


pretty cool. I collect things like that. this is a story well told. I noticed one typo....stanza 4, line one...think it should be "[as] it came into focus."

Flies creep me out, too. lol! I wear a surgical mask and gloves when I go bone hunting. Just because I'm kinda germy.

cheers!
cheers!

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Rather unusual, and I like it. Though it's fine the way it is, it might be improved by illuminating the scene with more detail.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on October 29, 2010
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Vicki L.
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College student, five feet tall (barely), self-proclaimed writer of things, music lover. Let's be writing buddies! Disclaimer Thing: Although I love to write, I've never claimed to be any good. .. more..

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