Bone speak

“The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.” 

–      William Shakespeare

 

 

 

Bone speak

Not yet

Brittle

Yet perhaps

A bit of a rattle

De temps en temps

Where I have lain

Broken

In the past

*

That speeding car

Stopping in the back

Of my own

Fracturing C2

The axis

Of my revolving

Kindly you didn’t

Sever spinal connections

*

So many years ago

Even a scan doesn’t

Find a trace of you

Yet the coldest wind

Tightens its grip

Rappel de mon cou

Of what might

Have been

*

The only evidence

Lies buried beneath

Long muddy brown locks

Burr holes, for traction

A puzzle for future

Anthropologists

Pas du tout

My ashes will not

Be found

*

Bisous,

Léa

Author: Léa

A wanderer who has found home and herself in the South of France.

10 thoughts on “Bone speak”

    1. Christine, you are so right. I spent 8 weeks in traction and another two months in a four-poster brace but here I am. I was one of the lucky ones. I saw a blog that gives writing “sparks” and it said to write about bones so that is what came out. 🙂

      Love,

      Lea

      xxx

      1. We have so much hidden inside us to write about. We simply need a prompt! And sometimes we dont even need that! I dont know where some of mine come from! 🙂 xx

      2. Absolutely Christine! Many of mine, come from deep within and force me to reconcile with the more difficult things. The things that wouldn’t stay repressed. The thing I learned from that was the more I fought it coming out the more relieved I was when I had it in front of me instead of eating me from inside. 🙂 xxx

      3. F***, Lea! I knew you’d been really unwell, but had no idea that you had been in a serious car crash. I have some idea of the pain you went through, mainly because of my own experience with pain, but I’ve never been in traction or had broken bones. We are so lucky to still have you with us xoxo

      4. Please forgive me Carly. That accident was many years ago and I recovered very well with the occasional issue of cold air on the neck.
        In March was totally different, emergency surgery and some complications that are being quite stubborn to heal.

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