Blood in the snow

[Jerrybaldy]

There’s blood in the snow,
in the yard
by the sink hole,
where I should never go.
By the sink hole
where, in summer,
the golden fruit would grow.

There is blood upon her stockings
where it wrinkles by her knees,
she prays to her god in a blizzard
to help her this time please.

There’s blood in the snow
in the yard
by the sink hole,
where I should never go.
By the sink hole
she lost the harvest,
he decided not to grow.

[Hawkman]

Really like this JB. Good to see you posting again.

Live and be well - H

[Haunted]

Stark. Very rich imagery. More more more!

[Buh4Bee]

Jerry, There is not enough green incentive for this **** to grow. What can you do, old man?

[AuntShecky]

Quite affecting, morose but not maudlin. It shows respect for the woman and what she has lost in a subtle, highly respectful way. The subject is pretty damn serious, yet the rhyme scheme does not trivialize it in any way in that it enhances rather than intrudes. And there's that strong "voice" again.

Thanks for raising the curve for the LitNet; we're fortunate to have LitNutters such as you.

[hillwalker]

Deep - and handled with such subtlety. Yes, it's good to have some poetry back on the poetry thread.

H

[Delta40]

Everything above and below Jerry.

[Jerrybaldy]

Thanks all ye faithful. Sorry you weren't keen Buh. I understand why.

[Silas Thorne]

I keep reading and rereading this one. Serious, with wonderful echoes of words. Not wonderful in a way that makes me dance, but wonderful in the way it makes the words heavy. Bravo.

[Bar22do]

I add my unconditional bravo to that of the others. You're such a good poet, Jerry.

[Jerrybaldy]

Thank you Silas and Bar for your very kind comments.