Ron Rash Poems
- The Ascent Some thought she had slipped, the plank glazed ...
- The Corpse Bird Bed-sick she heard the bird's call fall soft...
- The Skeleton In The Dogwood (Watauga County, 1895) Two ...
- Deep Water The night smoothes out its black tarp, tacks it ...
- The Price Knee deep in the Watauga's rock leaping ...
- The Men Who Raised The Dead If they had hair it was ...
- In Dismal Gorge The lost can stay lost down here, in laurel ...
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Some thought she had slipped, the plank
glazed slick with ice, or maybe
already cold beyond care,
drowsy and weary, bare feet
tempting a creekbed's promise
of sleep, though she struggled out,
her trail a handprint of stars
rising toward a dazzle of white
where sun and snow met. They found
her homespun dress, underclothes,
before they found her, her eyes
open as the sky, as cold,
as far away. Her father
climbed the nearest tree, brought down
green sprigs, berries bright as blood,
weaved a garland for her brow,
and that was how they left ...