08/26: scrape dropped

Ellen Roche
Aug 27, 2017 · 1 min read

The emerald upholstery held up

in sun and shadow and in sacrifice;

we tipped our hats to try the mountains’ luck

and sallied down the supple, butter knife-

cut hills. We willed you to us, glad of heart

and fleet of foot, thorned fairy-land. You fill

our valleys with dark stoning streams, you part

our ways with high-piled rock, and willed

that we should follow where you trod,

that our obedience to god would not

obscure our blind obedience to sod

in all its form — rock solemn scrape-dropped

halfway down a babbling hill, stood upright,

directing pilgrims in the dark of night.

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Ellen Roche

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I’m writing a sonnet every day in 2018. Poetry / Portraits / Women’s History / Film Photography / Brand Strategy /Vintage Dresses / DC ellencroche.com

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