Mother – a poem #amwriting

amber-valley-20130123-00467Mother

 

The buzzards are circling your heart

Diggers rip your stomach

Turn your soil

 

They cut your trees because they could

Ancient oak and ash hacked away

Their remains a stubby finger stuck up to the people

 

But still you host the magpies as they tell their joy

Sparrows grub, hedgehogs hide and robins keep abreast

Bats, visible to residents but not inspectors, track the night sky

 

Dogs and owners brush your long grass

But how long will that last?

 

 

(c) Rebecca Deans 2016

About beckydeans

I've always been a writer one way or the other. You can find out more about copywriter me at www.beckydeans.co.uk
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3 Responses to Mother – a poem #amwriting

  1. Sometimes the passion to write comes from anger, I guess. Good to see you writing again

    • beckydeans says:

      Hi Graham
      I have been writing but not blogging it lately. I’ve even done a performance type poem in the real world! I’ve also been accepted into the Derbyshire Residencies Scheme, so I am going to become a writer in the community. Thank you for your support and reading my blog!

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