The Bone Landscape Poem by Helen Gaudin

The Bone Landscape



Bone pressured as in a vice
Pushing forward defining shape
Sculptured in pain
Lines of fire arching outwards
Burning hollows falling deep
Every bone screams
A topography of pain
The outer world lost
Focus turns inwards
Tracing each line
Measuring each point
In a bone white landscape
Under muscle and skin

Friday, November 11, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: bones,landscape ,pain
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