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".
Tide tickling sun’s wake Under a thin skin of ice Beach disappearing
we don’t know who he said he was we came from curiosity and stayed for the inhumanity
I met her at the supermarket this… She told me she works in the schoo… I saw again a little girl nervousl… at the taunting –Tallest girl in g… And I wonder if she’s back there…
see them standing in glass houses clutching stones of fear anxiety suits and shoes boots and jeans makeup and hair powdered and perfumed
death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening
There is an even-handed justice in… No senility forgiven, but caught a… Blood and flesh, bone and marrow To feed the life of another, And back to the earth that gave it…
the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom
silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union
a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls
she watches him as if the fault were in her eyes poor shorn Sampson withered hands grip the canes that barely hold the frail reflect…
odd to think of the world without… a frozen corpse in the revolving e… molten lava below cold stars above journeying through the long, wide… unknowing
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
Nature’s snowy gown Melts into a silky pool Spring’s passion awakes
I remember the summer of the polio scare we couldn’t go to the cove to swim that whole summer
I’ve known rivers swift currents set free escaping to the brine of the ocean and on to exotic places I’ll never be