POETRY

Nostalgia Calling

A September writing prompts response in free verse

Christina M. Ward
Know Thyself, Heal Thyself
3 min readOct 3, 2024

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My father used to take me to the woods.
We’d find deer paths to follow, tree stands
to climb, creeks to cross and sometimes
old bones. It seems lifetimes ago.

A few weeks ago, something putrid
wafted to me on the breeze. It took days
to discover the decaying opossum,
writhing with insect life, decomposition,
curled just inside the treeline.

A few days passed and somehow,
the skull, picked clean, rested
atop a stump. Who carried it there?
It’s been a mystery.

I have examined its features; gaping
eye sockets, that familiar bony line
of the jaw, canines, incisors, molars.
I placed it back on the stump like
a derelict lawn ornament. Each time it
catches my eye, I am perplexed by
a wave of comfort, tranquility, a deep
spiritual connection to the land.
Nostalgia calls mysteriously, I muse.

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Christina M. Ward
Christina M. Ward

Written by Christina M. Ward

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