In Umber Deep...Or Digging Up Bones #2

Poetics Aside Prompt:Write a deep poem. The deep end of the pool. Six feet deep. Archaeology. Whatever you write, just dig deep.

While I sleep

Somewhere beneath

The shade of memory

In that dark deep

Pulses the seed

Of my descendant’s tree

So it goes

A moments flows

From one into another

The little girl

With bouncing curl

Too soon becomes a mother

The earth reclaims

All but our names

The soul is never buried

And while we sleep

In umber deep

Our soul to God is carried

© Janet Martin

Across the road from us there is a historical site: a plot of grave-markers dating back to the mid-1800's.