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Dead Horses

 Pris Campbell
 Pris Campbell
Dead Horses
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Pris Campbell makes angels wings on her bedspread in her spare time between writing weird poems about dead people and old loves. She lives more in South Florida and is convinced it'll sink before the end of the next decade from the weight of too many condos and resorts. She has published eight collections of poetry and her poetry has been seen lurking in such journals as Outlaw Poetry Review, Chiron Review, Boxcar Review, Red Fez, Rusty Truck, PoetsArtists and many others.
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My mother weeps from her grave
over my mismatched furniture
and dustballs gathering in dark corners
while I meditate, toes pointed
towards the rumble of dead horses
over my rooftop.

Dust is relative, I say,
in a useless attempt to quiet her.

I speak aloud of the horses,
their manes tangled by the wind
and the blood of slain buffalo,
hearts pounding from that last hunt,
before our houses herded them
deep into the black ground
to dream their memories of freedom.

You're crazy, my mother tells me.


  2 years ago
kind of apocalyptic
  2 years ago
a wonderful poem - I can never meditate without being haunted by somebody
  2 years ago
Haha. Great internal conversation.
  2 years ago · in response to S.E. Ingraham

    Thanks for your comment. It means a lot to hear what draws readers to particular poems.
  2 years ago
I was drawn to this because of the title and I love horses; I stayed because it could've been about my own mother.

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