August 9, 2020 § 4 Comments


The axe head has been here

four thousand years



exposed in the pile of spoil

when we dug

foundations for the rose garden


i picked it and said, ‘now you belong to me’ thinking

should I keep it on my desk as a paperweight

or on the mantelpiece over the bressumer with the witch’s bottle?


i called the archaeologist

‘they’re quite common,’ he said

so i put it on the wall under the half grown medlar and forgot


the roses tangled over it

and the ghosts who live in this old house whispered

but i will not tell you what they said





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§ 4 Responses to Axe

  • Oh I love this Rachael, the sense of history and a found gift from the earth and then the forgetting. I particularly love the last verse.

    • Rachael says:

      Thank you so much, Andrea! I have felt a pull towards something between a haiku and a flash/short story for a while. This might be it. So far so good.
      I like the feeling of watching my language use in a way not quite familiar. I think it will be fun 😉

  • I really like this, Rachael. I like the idea of the axe head being ‘common’ yet meaning so much to the finder: e erything, no matter how small, has its story, and it’s great that the ghosts imparted theirs.
    A change in style which is most enjoyable.

  • Rachael says:

    Thank you so much, Chris. This is a new medium for me and I think I shall enjoy learning to express in this way.

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