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Sue Leigh Poetry

Silbury Hill
They found no bones there
no crouching dead
only a rusted bridle bit
and the red deer antler picks
our settling ancestors used
to hack out the chalk –
I think of them (on this day
when snow turns to sleet
and the dark comes quickly)
making something
most would never see finished,
a white hill
that might lift them
out of that flooded river valley
a little nearer the sun
Published in ‘Chalk,’ a pamphlet of poems published by Evergreen Press this year. Please contact me at info@sueleighpoetry.com to purchase copies.
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