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".
Autumn dusk descends Street lights run on rain-slicked… To glistening pools
little lies, seeds of thyme shallow-rooted, often sewn cover the largest stone yet a tree springs from a single seed
Tide tickling sun’s wake Under a thin skin of ice Beach disappearing
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
Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?
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
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…
WINTER SHADOW / Feb 11, 2011 small white stones fall rattling to the ground a shadow keeps pace beside me through the groaning night
Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea
(Based on the fact that 95% of household dust is our own skin cel… flakes of me circling in the sunli… bits of you lying on the bureau gather them in a beaker
it was always said that of all the people on the Island I loved life the best I who had the least but I had all I needed
last night the winter world transformed to summer’s sphere fireflies in the night their aimless paths alight
I am a tree beside the water my ancient roots run deep and wide in Mother Earth as one body dies
Nature’s snowy gown Melts into a silky pool Spring’s passion awakes
a cookbook is a strange place to find a recipe for the mind but the notes tell me the lemon tr… blooms year ‘round, never stops; while one branch sweetens the air