Pathetic.org  
 

Blues to the Bone

by Kristina Woodhill

Without you
I rattle around
Bumping into lonely nights
I am your hollow echo
A twin, surgically removed
Knife, rusty and tear stained
Owls beyond the sill
Feel the chill of my howl
Old mallet up and down my brittle spine
Hits me where it hurts
My tones so low
Drawn and quartered
Notes blue and blue, so iced cold blue

10/31/2012

Posted on 10/31/2012
Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 10/31/12 at 11:31 PM

Very nice lady. I have enjoyed reading it. Just came in with an empty candy dish gave all we had to littlest ones!

Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 11/01/12 at 11:35 PM

*Bumping into lonely nights* and how this circles All Hallows Eve, love reading it, it has thunk and - like Mark said, macabre, lovely macabre, just what I love to read on cold nights!

Posted by Joan Serratelli on 11/02/12 at 01:00 AM

Beautifully written. They cancelled Halloween until Monday- whatever you see on TV- The reality is worse.

Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 11/03/12 at 02:06 AM

"old mallet up and down my brittle spine"...I like this. It seems like a different voice for you...

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/06/12 at 12:50 AM

Mysterious and haunting. I like this very much. Quite different!

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/17/12 at 12:05 PM

sometimes, Kristina, I feel God created the blues long before he created man or woman or the bones or the poems that are fitted inside each. this ode is rhythmically off the beaten path and has all the makings of a mighty blues tune.

Posted by George Hoerner on 05/28/17 at 11:50 PM

And yes I still like the write!! Hope all is well. g

Return to the Previous Page
 

pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online
All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)