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".
All I wanted to do was ride my mo… And make out at Spooner’s Point. But when Mary Daley got pregnant Her father threatened me with the… So I married her and went to work
the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom
Now that love has died Only silence remains between Two lonely people
a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls
I am a tree beside the water my ancient roots run deep and wide in Mother Earth as one body dies
Beneath that secretive smile A strong hot thrust From a sidewalk grate….
mall tree never felt a breeze sweet swell of spring rain on your leaves new life in your branches
through the sea smoke’s shimmering… where the Passamaquoddy flows the pulsing heartbeat of the strob… in my footsteps, crunching snow through the whirling, wind-blown f…
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
In the universe Of winking stars is there one Who also wonders?
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas
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…
once the larvae have hatched how long can they survive without… each day I go forceps in hand to count the dead
In the lamplight leaf shadows break on the ragged edges of my heart
silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union