Kathryn Hart

Kathryn Hart

I dropped the old bucket
down the shaft of the well
but pulled it up again empty
as though none of the winter
rains have ever even touched
the dry bed that is my heart
where a shriveled soul lies
pale skin of the old snake
long gone Metamorphed


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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3 Responses to Metamorphosis

  1. kiwiskan says:

    could be there’s just something wrong with the bucket…

    Liked by 1 person

  2. however you got to be who you are, you’ve hit it just right – so, change no further


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