After the wolves killed the sheep, then the children
I fled the backcountry; without cricket and tree frog song,
the silence grew too deep.
I packed light: food for a lifetime, clothes and boots,
all the guns, a photo of my love, sewn into the pocket
over my heart, the audio of our poetry...
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The first two stanzas of a doomsday poem. Feeling prose-y today. Peace...
Ooooh, that's pretty nice Linda. Reminds me of something I wrote in that pesky so-called novel I'm working on. The heroine disappears, "packing light."
ReplyDeleteThe spring peepers are singing their hearts out tonight as I write this. I have the window open so I can fully enjoy their songs. Can't imagine life without the music of crickets or tree frogs.