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Before 40 Days have Passed

by Kristina Woodhill


never touching
tiny paper
or cloth-wrapped clippings

toe nails
finger nails

reverently stuffed
into straw-mud brick cracks
of outer house walls

small out-of-place
bits of mortar
in aging compound walls

even exploring near-by ruins
revealed more recent human shards

a custom
young eyes discovered
curiously spying

a ritual
young ears heard tell
cautiously pondering

a sacred, personal burial
where cleanliness mixed with belief

mapped by rules of their ancient road
we children had only begun to travel

04/08/2013

Posted on 04/08/2013
Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 04/08/13 at 07:25 PM

Very descriptive, enjoy your writing. smh

Posted by Ken Harnisch on 04/10/13 at 06:49 PM

There is a lyrical flow to this poem, Kristina that left me enchanted, and had me come back for one and then another reading. I'm still enchanted.

Posted by Laura Doom on 04/14/13 at 10:45 AM

Having guided us through the wilderness, you've left it as you found it, touched but untouched, familiar yet still unknown...

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/17/13 at 04:18 AM

Interesting combination, Kris, of past, present, and future, concrete and metaphysical.

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 04/18/13 at 10:38 PM

You have always had a most unique and appreciated perspective. Another treasure!

Posted by Gail Wolper on 08/03/14 at 04:33 AM

found myself wanting more detail as the subject matter is so interesting.

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