Grave Poem of Spoon Island: Merideth Hurley
(1990)
Inspired by the book "Spoon River Anthology" by Edgar Lee Masters. These poems have been crafted by me under the title "Grave Poems of Spoon Island".
grey rocks flowering in melting fu… first blooms of March after winter… a flock of ducks is muttering in t… the first light of day to brush th… shakes the branches they reply…
the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom
Me: I love to drive He: it’s too damn dangerous safer to fly, statistics prove it
the silence of colour palette of fall reflected on water white birch trees granite rocks
I am a tree beside the water my ancient roots run deep and wide in Mother Earth as one body dies
sunlight through the clouds in a ring of bright water loons fish two by two
A man sits reading under a “SIZ… He does not look sizzling hot He looks quite ordinary in fact Perhaps feeling me watching him… (Not noticing the sign because it…
crickets and brittle leaves empty seed pods scurrying in the heavy scent of autumn
Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?
Seagulls hovering Uneven hills encircle Tide pool reflection
a cold moon filters down through the purple asters no explorers have returned with caterpillar robes and dandelion gold
a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls
The taste of winter ice Dug in August from the sawdust Of Conley’s ice house The slap of the screen door On Grammy’s porch
My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas