her bulwark

inert, like grey stone
inside a ribbed dewar cage
she was all heart once
the drub and thrum of seasons
now preserved for the next world

by TONY SINGLE
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13 thoughts on “her bulwark”

  2. Hi. I’m new to WordPress and saw your like on my post thank you) so came to see your blog. You actually got me to look up the word dewar: “a double-walled flask of metal or silvered glass with a vacuum between the walls, used to hold liquids at well below ambient temperature.” So thank you for teaching me thru your evocative poem. Maybe I mean provocative? I’ll need to look up more words. I also like how when you click on the “All Heart” part it leads to another poem. And how the heart is literally inside the dewar. This was fun.

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