Mixed Media. Glass dome, animal bones, clay bowl, vegetation, vintage lace.

Carolyn Savidge 2025.

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All hope

 

Now bound with love, in all good faith,

The task a strange assembly.

Deathly parts with memories,

relics, a dusty blur entwined.

 

Remains of shaggy snuffling vole,

once swallowed whole, with fur and bone.

While stranger still the mandible

an owl’s feast, seized while swooping by.

Regurgitated, cast aside.

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The shrew’s skull, tuneless, ghostly now,

a twig, once lively, insect like.

Stained lace, encrusted fragile flowers

some marriage chest, has this disgorged.

 

How strangely still the bones and cells,

the tendrils whisp, a lock of hair.

The shard of bone, no rotting flesh

just predators remains, and waste.

All this, all hope to clay, and dust is made.