river and hunger (20170321)

i am sewn into a beaver pelt
and set adrift in the river
i hear the rocks split the water
though only darkness feeds my
starving sense of sight’s appetite

i feel them drag along my back
these jagged river stones
not yet worn down, splitting the water
though only darkness feeds my
starving sense of sight’s appetite

no longer enough air to breathe
the stench of game hide and water fills my lungs
bruised, i flail, splitting the water
though finally darkness satiates my
starving sense of sight’s appetite

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for
dVerse ~ Poets Pub
Poetics: The River

19 thoughts on “river and hunger (20170321)

    1. Thank you. I have absolutely no idea where the came from. I started with the idea of being something bundled up and cast adrift. But beaver pelt? So pioneer…

  1. Well that was a ride. We have had it all this evening.Death in the River, or of the River perhaps. Metaphor abounds here. I love the repeated line about darkness and how it resolves. I wonder who put you in there?

    1. I always wonder, is it better to know, or not to know? I don’t think I answered my own question here, just asked it with a more obscure metaphor.

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