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She Hunts Her Pain Across the Sahara
by Britt ZimmermanShe swallows summer and let's it burn like fire in her belly,
Paints the sky with autumn leaves and the purple-pinks of spring as the sun settles into the mountains.
She breathes in winter until the trees are a sharp black contrast to the white cold that settles in her bones.
She hunts her pain across the Sahara,
Wounds it with arrows and lets it bleed a trail for scavengers to follow.
Buzzards circle her sky and she watches them land and tear away flesh and feast on muscle and sinew.
She weaves through wingspans to splintered bone,
Wraps them in fields of feathers and lets the moon light her way home. 01/17/2014 Posted on 01/17/2014
Copyright © 2024 Britt Zimmerman
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 01/17/14 at 04:31 PM Most colorful and descriptive images! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/17/14 at 04:57 PM Loved this - almost breathless in following "she". Mythic. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/17/14 at 07:04 PM Lovely imagery and expression Britt. Great to read you again, and continued success with your writing in 2014! |
| Posted by Gail Wolper on 01/22/14 at 02:16 AM very intense, raw, fresh. Excellent piece! |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 12/30/14 at 07:03 PM what an epic! great opening and closing lines. fave is line 3. nicely told. xopk |
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