Marrow – shannon p. laws

Poetry: Perhaps

It’s Monday and a great day for art and poetry! Every Monday night is Poetry Night open mic in downtown Bellingham. Last week Robert gave out a prompt that I couldn’t resist: What should be done with your body upon your death. All week I’ve been thinking about this. What writer doesn’t enjoy writing orContinue reading “Poetry: Perhaps”

Poetry: No Marrow

I watch you Hoping around the twigs Hanging upside down From the tiniest sliver of wood Light and carefree Yet obviously well fed Beautiful colors Lovely song “Be more like the birds They don’t worry”, I think How can I when my bones Are not filled with air But of heavy marrow? Heavy with dutyContinue reading “Poetry: No Marrow”