Blind Digger

Blind Digger

A Poem by Aimee Holt

Heavy earth on my shoulders,

like the tide.

 

A soft cave was my home,

like Play Dough.

 

My hands were broad and curved,

like a shovel.

 

I created a network of tunnels,

like veins.

 

An upturned bottle against my head,

I was the villain.

 

Cast out from my garden.

© 2012 Aimee Holt


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Added on October 18, 2012
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Aimee Holt
Aimee Holt

Surbiton, Surrey, United Kingdom



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A Story by Aimee Holt