Peg Duthie - Even an Empty Life Can Hold Water

Three gates ago, my locket contained
a shred of a letter, a match, and your name
etched across the curve of a bone.

Two gates ago, I set fire to the shred.
Then a stile I stumbled into
needed mending.

Bone became nail.
The locket, a pail.
Your name is a veil I wear under my skin.

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