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dear mother
my ragged fingernails bled
prying open
our coffin's lid;

from darkness
the earth descends
in moistened clumps,
my mouth tastes decay,
the raw honey
spun in youth.

dear mother
has it been said?
our dances danced?
can a happiness actually
be recalled?

breathing in the
heavy air that
held us silent
inside the whispers of
your ancient things

within the fertile soil
you swaddled me
I do not breathe

Alcuin of York - on Jul. 7 2007
 Why does "bled" begin L3 instead of ending L2? I find S3L2 seems to grate, but I'm not sure why. I'm not certain of your intention, so let me just note the "may" in S3. Would "can" work better for your meaning?

"Breathing in" seems to me to be too non-descript. If you're going to be so, at least be concise and say, "inhaling", though I think "drawing in" would be better. Perhaps, "heavy air inhaled / held us / silent..."

Overall, I found the images and description engaging, and subsequent re-readings exposed increasing meaning. That made it an interesting poem for me. Like most drafts, it needs polish, but underneath I think you've definitely a gem here.

Alcuin


Callooh - on Jul. 9 2007

Alcuin of York:

thanks, excellent suggestions. it needs work, I appreciate the feedback.


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