She walks down the track
in a black dress
early on a Sunday afternoon
with an ice cream bar in one hand
and her shoes in the other
The dogs don't bark
no dogs will bark
they are silent.
She walks down the track
in a black dress
with her smoky hair
where the locomotives used to split the hills
and the coal underground still burns
It only takes a spark
a tiny little spark
starts the smoldering.
She walks down the track
in a black dress
with a dusky dog
close and silent at her side
there are mounds here that hold
her mother and her mother going back
Let her walk by
just let her pass by
to live, lay your heart at her feet like silver track.
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(for a girl in West Virginia)
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Sun Mar 07, 2010 7:31 pm
DanceofSorrows
Joined: 29 Aug 2004
Posts: 2837
My first thought and interpretation of reading this was simply, 'She's letting the thought of someone walk through her deep emotions.' Good poem hun.
Dance~
Thu Mar 11, 2010 9:53 pm
Eilidh Moderators
Joined: 09 Apr 2005
Posts: 1880
Cookie,
I feel like I know this stretch of track. I long to know that woman, too.
Thank you for sharing such a magical piece with us.
~Eilidh
Sun Mar 28, 2010 9:17 pm
midnights
Joined: 04 Oct 2006
Posts: 135
reminds me of
this reminds me of the art of just looking.
To really "look" in so many ways. _________________ life is... so BE!
Tue Mar 15, 2011 1:10 pm
midnights
Joined: 04 Oct 2006
Posts: 135
reminds me of
this reminds me of the art of just looking.
To really "look" in so many ways. _________________ life is... so BE!
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