It's just poetry, it won't bite
12.31.10 Posted in Contributor Series 7, today's words by Annmarie Lockhart
Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone
By Annmarie Lockhart
the scars of every break,
hidden from the eye but
knowable in a finger stroke
over a new-ridged bone
another new-ridged bone
like a medal won and worn
on the pedestal of place
and slid away in a collection
a prized collection of old-bump
bones, some fraction of the
whole, a permanent record
of every knock and spill
finger-read, like Braille,
chapter by bone-broke chapter
Annmarie’s poem Black ’47: An Gorta Mór appeared at vox poetica in March.
Oh, my Annmarie, what an amazing, poignant portral of physical and emotional pain, beautifully written.
Those scars are so deep sometimes no one could ever imagine, the pain. Nicely done.
love those last two lines especially. everyday tragedies painted in starkly between the joints, both powerful and fragile.
Yes, I also love the last two lines. Wonderful poem. I must say that this contributor series was especially interesting. Great idea.
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