Jennifer G. Hall


This article was written on 11 Dec 2012, and is filed under Writing.

Poem: Rennibister Earth House

Rennibister Earth House


Rennibister Earth House


Burial smells like I expect,

when I descend into a barrow

behind the stables of an old farm,

wet soil, salt, and old books

I crawl on my elbows, dirt

shaking into my hair

fingernails catch the earth


I half-somersault into

the small tomb at the end

and laugh in the darkness

because I am curled

like a lemon peel

in this sacred space, where

someone’s bones once lay

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