The Old Woman Down that Gravel Path

There is a pile of bones in the backyard,
and she doesn’t look at you straight in the
eye.
She’s been there forever weaving wreaths
of holly berries and snake bones
hanging them in the oak trees for
the crows out back.
Don’t look them in the eyes.
They’ve seen things.

(napowrimo day 20…and for: https://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/04/fireblossom-friday-corvid-and-sit-while.html)

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12 Comments

  1. fitting for a crow poem

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  2. I love this poem, especially the ending.

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  3. This makes me want to know more. Great write!

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  4. Mysterious and brooding…what next?

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  5. Oh, my. I love the foreboding in this.

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  6. sanaarizvi

     /  April 20, 2017

    Wow!!❤️

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  7. Rosemary Nissen-Wade

     /  April 20, 2017

    Ooh, gives me a lovely (if spooky) frisson.

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  8. Yes they have.

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  9. Scary stuff. Love it!

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  10. Dude. This is AWESOME.

    I adore it all, but this is my absolute fave:
    “She’s been there forever weaving wreaths
    of holly berries and snake bones”

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  11. Such a clear picture of this scene, good one.

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