Monday, February 25, 2008
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Footprints
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The Alchemist's Daughter: A Novel
By Katharine Mcmahon
see relatedMidnight comes slowly stepping
through the parlor trying
not to wake the person
in the other room.
Silently the stars
whisper to themselves
about the day that came before the night,
and underneath the floorboards
the dirt scatters itself out
so that you can't see
the footprints of the dead.
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Comments (5)
Though I don't know much about poems but the images painted in this poem were beautiful.
RYC: Yeah I wrote it! I used to write poetry a lot more or lets say, creative snipits. My blog has been mostly along the lines of me reflecting at the world but rather literally... and now I wouldnt mind just getting more creative. Your blog has been inspirational in that process.
Thanks for looking out! ;)
P.S. I love this one too! You know, when you write darkly about things some people automatically assume youre depressed or disgusting. But things work effectively with symbology... you have to look at it that way, like a piece of art.
thanks!
i love the personification in this.
cheers.
you don't do poetry often, now that i think of it! can't remember the last time i read a poem of yours
and you must be a speed-reader. or a speedy reader. i'd be lucky to get 1 book in every other week.