We Talk of Water and Death
We talk of water and death
Bone carvings of rain on stone
Flowers growing from the raccoon skull in the backyard
Sandy flakes of rust under the kitchen sink
Fetid wood chips where the old willow stood
When can I let them all go,
Scrubbing dirt from my palms in a stream
Dark eddies curling away and away and away
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I like how you juxtaposed life and death with the flowers growing from the raccoon skull!
Yes, that image of “Flowers growing from the raccoon skull in the backyard” took my breath away.
This one is lovely too. I love the use of “curling” and “away and away and away”. It just seems to fit the vibe so perfectly. Fetid is also good. Fetid / wood / stood. Yes. Also “bone” is just such a good word. Haha, ok I like all the words. They meld together to create a beautiful and haunting sense of longing. Great work!