Here's the final poem:
There is field, and we are in it.
This is it, you say
crouching low over your shoes.
We prepared to leave as
milk bottles came
chose instead the ones
the tide brings - green
buckets on ropes
hanging low
from our shoulders. We
find the cows out
in the field. A drunken farmer
too busy making
snow angels. We milk instead
then walk the twelve
miles to the beach
avoiding slot machines
until our beds are checked.
On the edge of the pier
we can begin again
to see ourselves. We dip
chipped mugs deep in buckets
for our bones.
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And now I shall drink some wine. Yes yes. WINE, and then sleep. Lots of sleep.
Lots of love x




Very well done - am immensely proud of you! Hugs from Downunder
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ReplyDeleteCongratulations Jen, this is a huge achievement. Well done.
ReplyDeleteHuge congrats, Jen!
ReplyDeleteWTG Jen!!!
ReplyDeleteWhat a great idea, and I really enjoyed many of these poems!
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