The Wheat Field

by Maple Tree   Nov 30, 2020


Navy eyes; dripping
fatal melancholy tears
as the antique bucket overflows.

Shadows of lasso's
dangle, like raven locks of me; drape
crossed bare shoulders-

Starchy elder's watch
as pastures pose; skeletons
with gritty teeth whisper
torment.

I've become a clam digger girl
laughing insanely as the smell
of cereal wafts before me-
I grow tired of this memory.

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  • 3 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Hello Andrea, I have read this a few times now. It seems to colour more vividly on each recital. Your last stanza hits hard as the/your mind cracks under the pressure of years of torture. ((Hugs)) x

    • 3 years ago

      by Maple Tree

      awwwwwwwwwwww Michael thank you!!! This poem is part of a series of poems I am doing for my personal thearpy project. (My grandfather committed suicide 22 years ago}, I am just now dealing with that pain.

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