SledgehammerA Poem by Zoe RichardsonA moment in the grist mill of lifeI am thinking of a falling stone How the landing ripples Earth and water Air and elemental fury We are slaves to The dropping of slate or granite Of limestone or scale or gravel We are churt crushed into powder All of us are women caught In adultery with no Jesus To intervene and the weight Comes crashing against the frame We are houses of sticks For the wolf to take as tinder Something fragile something born Something here that cannot last It wrecks us all the Flight of fossils but where Do we go when the light Of the petrified forests Burns no more -Zoe Richardson (2021) © 2021 Zoe RichardsonAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorZoe RichardsonCordova, ALAboutAlabama native. Poet and storyteller and all around word nerd. I practice random acts of insanity because the world needs some shaking up. more..Writing
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