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| ***BIO*** Vikki Littlemore: I have recently had work published in The Glasgow Review, Poetry Monthly International and Melisma, and was the second runner up in the Birds on The Line featured poet competition. |
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| Beneath The Feet |
| by Vikki Littlemore |
| Beneath the feet are people
who had everything ripped from them like flesh from bone, torn from the soft, pink satin of comfortable suburbia. Beneath the feet that walk in pairs are feet that wander and wait to be found. Immersed in a subterranean world where silence gathers like gnats, swarming in the shadows of glowing dusk, scorching the skin with itching epitaphs and red souvenirs. Away from chintz and warm fires, a world of coffee and laughter, are those who listen to the echoes and draw sketches from the reflections. Hazy sunrises mean only dawn, a beacon of trivial insignificance in an infinitesimal world, and speak nothing of unity or a hand to hold. Hiding involuntarily in shadows, invisible to the world are people looking upwards from beneath the feet of us all |
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| Oct. 2009 |
| 126 |