I like this, it is surreal dream like. It conjures up pictures in my mind
and what must be the horrible feeling of being buried alive which contasts
with the wide open plains, There are a lot of juxtopostions in here and the
quirkyness of the fox with the tail like Renoir's brush is exeptionally
quirky. I suppose religion cults can make you feel like you are being buried
alive but why three mormon's? I like the way the poem ends with you seeing
stars and serpents, Sally J
>From: grasshopper <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: New sub: 3 Mormons or Whatever
>Date: Tue, 8 Jun 2004 01:58:25 +0100
>
> 3 Mormons or Whatever
>
>I was standing on a wide plain
>scoured by dusty winds, when 3 Mormons
>came to bury me. They had broad shovels
>over their dark shoulders, and on each shaft
>they'd hung a water-skin and a lantern.
>The water was salt - their lanterns were unlit .
>I lay down unresisting in the hole
>they dug for me with murmurous prayer.
>Under the sandy weight they heaped upon me
>I slept a little. Slept and stirred and slept,
>until the sound of their retreating boots
>awakened me to a night of snakes and stars
>and a small tan fox with a smiling snout,
>with a tail as bold as Renoir's brush.
>
> (grasshopper)
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