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Dry Wood

written by: Ricky Hawthorne

@searsjames

 

Witless, winding through a frosty
Forest, my way, suddenly, blocked by a pair
Of wooden slippers, sodden
Through the cool morning rain
Side by side they stood, alien, belonging
Not here
Surely better found beneath
The fleshy folds of a
Soft duvet, slid back by warm tender toes
Not shaken from slumber and
Forsaking surety, transported to this copse
Wretched orphans wrapped in a
Nightmare, pursuing the cradle

Intrigued I sought a narrative
Worthy of such baseless abandonment;
A supremely subtle but unfathomable
Denouement
A justification or conspiracy that
Could entrap these innocents

Were those fleece-lined cross bands where feet
Once slept, snug and safe,
Soiled by rancorous tears?
What empty soul swaddled in
Loss, reflected here,
Prepared for eternity but
Discovered instead, a magical doorway
Beckoning them hither, offering
A kinder escape
From bitterness to light?

But sadly I saw no Tardis
No DeLorean, nor even a
Stargate.
Their untold history was and
Still remains simply beyond my ken…
Beyond my ken

Ricky Hawthorne

Ricky Hawthorne

MAY 2019 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Short listed for the Bridport Poetry Prize 2015

Graduate of Warwick University
Triple honors in Literature, Theater and Film
Ricky Hawthorne

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