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There is a quarry up the road.
by Carissa Dewey “Keep Out” “Private” decorate the
old fence and large overgrown earth hide the view. There is only one small glimpse
that can be caught , if you drive slow,
the opposite wall –primitive, rock, tall, outlying-
I’ve be acquainted with it for years now
and haven’t lost my desire to stand at it’s edge
and
peer down.
earth’s open sore-
how deep is it?
what if I fell?
08/03/2009 Posted on 08/04/2009
Copyright © 2024 Carissa Dewey
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 08/04/09 at 02:02 PM For me it was the mounds of stone waiting to be crushed into concrete, down by the river...I wondered if i could leap from a bridge and land unbroken upon the top of them, and wonder still...great evocative poem, Carissa |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/05/09 at 12:56 AM I think this piece aptly reminds us that we've all experienced similar places, and so its strength lies in how easily we can relate...apply the imagery to our own "quarries." |
| Posted by Jo Halliday on 08/07/09 at 05:54 AM It almost feels as if I were watching a wet scorpion on a wet day climbing a stone wall, and just nothing but the sound of trees drying themselves off to give beautiful company. Another fabulous write! |
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