Drought Options

[JaxMyth]

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I

We sink the corner posts first, as each defines a neighbour.
It is here where the bottom six inches are the most important.
It is here where the strength is muscled into the fence.

The heart of a fence lies in its foot.
I tamp until the bar sings of possession,
the bar bounces and writhes.

We snug the stays and tighten the wire,
each barbed note is tensioned into voice
the division sings a warning.


II

The fence cannot hold back the drought.
The sky aches blue and the sun eats green;
the earth coughs dust as rich as blood.

My bones hunker down beside the rock.
Eagles hang; wings wound into the wire,
heads nailed down by the sun.

Ribs rack a heaving fleece.
I watch my image fade
from the eye of a lamb.

[AMETHYST]

Hi Jan,

No, the title is fine. As I was reading it I was reading a dual meaning, the metaphor connecting crafting (building a fence) while building relationships and not really thinking along the lines of where the drought comes in. How the title connected to me was perhaps a drought of relationships as there is distance in the poem from house to house...

I happen to love this poem and think it works as is... (with a tweak perhaps to omit some of the 'the's ... LOL )

This is a pleasure to read, to ponder and to expose our members to the polished crafting that you've offered us. Thank you!

Best Wishes, Liz