My Enduring Bones
October 15, 2008I remember spiderwebs
and dried leaves
and the smell of something dead in the walls
at my childhood home by the lake.
My room was in the attics, but I spent most of my time
on the roof
even when there were storms.
I wrote my name, I carved it deep into the trunk of the cherry tree that I fell from when I was six years old.
I hit a branch on the way down
and the Doctor pointed out that branch, which caught me under the arm and cracked one of my ribs…probably saved my life…because it broke my fall.
Sometimes I drive by that house and I wonder if one day, long after I’m gone
will someone look out of one of those windows and see a shade of a girl falling through the branches and then caught back up again by the dark arms of the tree safe from the hard ground below?
Because you know,
I think I haunt that house already.
I can feel it
in
my bones.
You don’t haunt houses, you haunt our minds with your stories!
by kvwordsmith October 16, 2008 at 5:44 pmPS – really like the image that goes with the story…
by kvwordsmith October 16, 2008 at 5:44 pmI am sure they will…….
by Jill October 16, 2008 at 6:46 pmbeautiful picture too.
In my mind, this is one of your finest moments Anita Marie. This is pure gold, spun with all the skills of the spider whose webs you remember.
by Heather Blakey October 17, 2008 at 1:46 amVery cool.
by Lori October 17, 2008 at 2:12 amExcellent Anita (:
by pearlz October 17, 2008 at 6:52 amMmmmmmm…
by foreverplayful October 17, 2008 at 8:00 amperfect picture to go with your writing. Both give the shivers to anyone partaking.
by Thalia October 18, 2008 at 2:37 pmNice one, Anita Marie!
by imogen88 October 21, 2008 at 12:25 pm