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A sheep skull, inserted to ward off evil spirits. Have you heard anything so evocative? Between moss and stone, crag, and combe, A devil's work teaming with sticks and bones, Not bothered by the earliness of a morning Or lines intent on silent contemplation. By the roadside, something lies broken, Leaving questions about beginnings and endings.
“By the roadside, something lies broken…” Now that’s evocative. Nice one, Davy. 🙂 Alicia
Thank you, Alicia. I’m glad you enjoyed the poem.
Evocative…like this whole poem. Brilliant!
I was just about to say evocative too 😁. Definitely a powerful poem, Davy
Thanks, Brenda. Glad you liked the poetry.
Thank you, Wynne. Your kind words are most appreciated. 🙏
A deep reflection on life, death, and the superstitions that connect both. It seems that we don’t need evil spirits to haunt us. We can’t see what’s downright obvious and we believe in that which is unknown. Your writing gets the mind working. 🙂
Thanks, Terveen, I appreciate your kind words. The old farmers, where I was raised, used to put sheep skulls into the walls surrounding their fields, to ward off back luck and unwanted spirits. These superstitions seem to follow and stay with us.
Another good one!