by Kirsty Logan
The cabin has windows all around, like ribbon
tying a birthday present. The bow on top a chimney,
rain-sparkled with spiderwebs. He hears the tack
of deer's hooves against packed dirt, the settling of dust
into his nostrils from the buttered-wood walls.
A succession of pin-up girls wave at him
from the torn-edged calendar. Home,
he breathes to the snow-capped hills.
Home, he calls to the rabbits hiding
behind their ears. Home, he shouts
to the sky, the sky, the sky.
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NaPoWriMo, Day 3.
Good piece, Kirsty. I like the imagery here. The ending made me recall William Stafford's ending to The Little Girl by the Fence at School.
Another brilliant poem, Kirsty. The animals, the pin-up girls, and "the sky, the sky, the sky." Bravo!