Gold dust

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A small, still green umbrella of a tree
stood its ground in the graveyard , just as a soldier might
against the bloody rust and decay of the last battle.
And there you sat – such a life-like resurrection
I left my body to come and see
a stranger rose and went by instead, kicking up up leaves
and each mid-October your going nudges the ribs
breaking in again to the heart centre
– that nugget you left for us to invest
we still waste

Related poem:
Sparks

These 10 lines dedicated to the memory of a devoted friend and teacher – and written for  A Splash of Rust and Gold – Micro Poetry

10 Comments on “Gold dust

  1. Such a remarkable piece, Laura. I was captured from the opening image…

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    • your mini prompt makes us make good use of words 😉

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    • Such an evocative moment – glad you can feel it

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  2. “And there you sat – such a life-like resurrection
    I left my body to come and see
    a stranger rose and went by instead, kicking up up leaves” That is so intriguing… makes me want more.

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    • micro poetry always leaves room for more 😉

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    • thank you Stacy – it was a strong impression

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  3. What a wealth of images and story suggested so concisely!

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    • thank you Rosemary – it’s a lot to fit into 10 lines

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