Sweet Dixie

The church bell tolls angrily at midnight

The river seeps under your fingernails.

The moon is captured in six dozen

Glass gin bottles hanging from a gutted tree.

Willow trees too old to die

Offer themselves as chaise lounges in emerald.

Faded calico prints dry in the sun made

Harsh by the hate grandmother endured.

Streaks of snow in her knotted hair

She drinks from the silver she gave her name to.

It is not enough to atone for the blood the cups held

She cleans it for the next generation.

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22 thoughts on “Sweet Dixie

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  1. Hauntingly beautiful poem, Jaya! This one really caught me. It starts out slowly, ominously. There is a hint of explanation in the gin bottles, but the moss covered trees appear willing to keep their secrets. There is some remorse, and possibly redemption, by the poem’s end.

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  2. Willow trees too old to die

    Offer themselves as chaise lounges in emerald.

    I love willow trees.
    When I was a child I had a willow tree in my garden and I spent a lot of time on it.
    Just like the chaise longue you described.
    And this is so amazing and herat moving!!

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  3. Oh man, I am so glad that church bells don’t ring at midnight here haha. Though, they do ring at sunrise and sunset, so I know how they are!! I love this whole atmosphere that you described. It just sounds very lively with balance. Great job!!

    Nancy ✨ mdrnminimalists.com

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