Carnarvon Street Lament

Oh I like the fog bound morning
hours when light casts a shadow
on my raggedy sweater and shoes cause
I'm now what I always knew I'd be
a raggedy woman just off the streets Oh
I sing in my veins a trapped noise
not let to the air cause I'm a raggedy girl
gone home from high towers to the ground
Oh watch me that's where I'll be
learning to spin wool to plant carrots in the dark soil Oh
I pound my feet 'neath the big box towers
driven from road to road I'm the Raggedy One
claiming the moon oh the stars the sun.

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		© 2010 Renee Sarojini Saklikar Renee Sarojini Saklikar writes The Canada Project, about life from Pune to New Westminster, B.C., and in between. She studies poetry with Rachel Rose at The Writer's Studio (SFU). Recent poetry publication credits include Quills Canadian Poetry Magazine, poetsagainstwar.ca, and The Vancouver Review. This poem is from a collection about New Westminster's downtown neighbourhoods, close to the Fraser River.
Carnarvon Street Lament Oh I like the fog bound morning hours when light casts a shadow on my raggedy sweater and shoes cause I'm now what I always knew I'd be a raggedy woman just off the streets Oh I sing in my veins a trapped noise not let to the air cause I'm a raggedy girl gone home from high towers to the ground Oh watch me that's where I'll be learning to spin wool to plant carrots in the dark soil Oh I pound my feet 'neath the big box towers driven from road to road I'm the Raggedy One claiming the moon oh the stars the sun. about us ::: guidelines ::: contact ::: order ::: chapbooks ::: Monday's Poem ::: Monday's Archive