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boxofdelights) wrote2020-03-03 03:17 pm
boxofdelights) wrote2020-03-03 03:17 pm
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Dead Sheep Poem
This morning we saw sheepskin rugs
Outside the craft shop in the village.
Now we've found one on the hillside,
Soft and creamy-white among the thistles,
Cushioning a rib-cage and a line
Of vertebrae, laid out like stepping-stones.
Nine feet away, the skull
and jawbone, clean as carved ivory.
Crows and maggots cleared off long ago --
The person with the notebook has arrived.
--Wendy Cope
That's from If I Don't Know, which I picked up forlunabee34's poetry jam, but only managed to read just now.
Outside the craft shop in the village.
Now we've found one on the hillside,
Soft and creamy-white among the thistles,
Cushioning a rib-cage and a line
Of vertebrae, laid out like stepping-stones.
Nine feet away, the skull
and jawbone, clean as carved ivory.
Crows and maggots cleared off long ago --
The person with the notebook has arrived.
--Wendy Cope
That's from If I Don't Know, which I picked up for
lunabee34's poetry jam, but only managed to read just now.