For Virginia Woolf

4th day of National Poetry Month.
Gentle invitation to respond with your own poetry or lines you've loved.

For Virginia Woolf
By Edith Hope Bishop, March 2015

Art falls from the shelf,
cracking here on the floor,
a thing unmade and broken.
Trash, tragedy, or both.

Let’s eat instead,
chewing paint and clay,
sweeping fingertips across the floorboards
to catch the crumbs.
You swallow song,
while I lick words from dust.
What’s lost may nourish
what’s left to say.


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