Poem #11
- JANE CLIFTON
- May 22, 2020
- 1 min read
March 19th
BLOOD RIVER
unlucky street
beside the river
three houses in a row
three mothers who lost sons
one to madness
one to death
and one we’ll never know
blood river
boneyard slick runs down
no houses at the brink
the slime creeps up
to number five
but passes number six
on to seven
with the curse
no one home at nine
no matter
it will follow you
to snatch your child
in time
three mothers
and their lovely crop
of sons gone missing
one’s never coming back
one’s disappeared into the mist
one left his home without a kiss
and tears fall down
towards the river
wombs clench up
with hot remembered pain
that once brought joy
that made a boy
to never see
again.
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Good morning,.Jane ...well Saturday morning for me .I see the last two Poems were from "Rhyme." You seem to be picking poems that have a decidedly Dark Side to them. Poem 11 is another of the missing son poems. In fact ,both poems deal with something that was ,and then was taken away and can never be replaced. I can feel the emptiness and loss. your words always come through.