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The Meadow, The River, by Claire Wahmanholm

Featured on Day Two of NaPoWriMo, this poem by Claire Wahmanholm has an eerie, off balance feel that reminds me of the dream sequences in a Nightmare on Elm Street.

The meadow unfolded before me,
            a soft, uncrossable rot.

I tore myself in two along my spine and sent half of me
            into the night to see if I would make it through.

Read the full poem at Poetry Daily – An online poetry anthology and bookstore, featuring a new poem every day.


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