From this paddock (which peters out in trackless bush) I can see my grandma’s pool gleaming pink as the nonchalant blood-let sky Around me, adults murmur theories “She might’ve gone off to die” Blackberries: their Tally-Ho tangle, this rolling hedge - a menacing dark secured beneath. And I peer in, looking for that different brushed blackness Aching for my aunt her quiet tension while inside the fire crackles alone Calling, calling as the chill condenses We’re searching for the old doberman eyes like sweetest sorrow and ears soft as plums.
Frustratingly I can’t remember what happened. It’s a dreamlike but vivid memory.
That beautiful description of your doberman reminds me so much of Dauphy! It’s a lovely poem.👍😊
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Thanks. 🙂. She was a sweet dog belonging to my aunt.
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That last stanza is just brilliant. Love it all.
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Thanks, Misky. ❤️
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Poignant as I understand how these parts of memories go, and it is frustrating.
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I have exchanged messages with my aunt. She was overseas (contrary to what was indicated in my poem). But she reassured me that Sassy was found alive that evening. 🙂
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Descriptive, vivid, and visceral. Wonderful work 🙂
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Thank you! 🙂
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