Where I am From


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When you buried my shovel

I was left idle, unmasked and thinking

There is no glitter in my well

No gold ‘mong damp and mossy dark

Most ropes would recoil

But these linen plaits graze water

Unfrayed and still and tranquil

As the maple roof and stonework above

Anglo, Roman-Catholic stays

Build ribcages smoother than granite

And flakes of mica without replace

Ingots for those who would clamber within

Some eyes stay bright and guileless through

Trials largely of one’s own making

Rope winding, coiling back to

Where I am from

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Based on the prompt “Where I’m from”:

Writing to Freedom

Summoning Magic: A Gypsy’s Tale

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11 thoughts on “Where I am From

  1. Ah, I didn’t see that you included this in my comments. I have chills. This last stanza:

    Some eyes stay bright and guileless through

    Trials largely of one’s own making

    Rope winding, coiling back to

    Where I am from

    It gave me chills each time I read it….magical.

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