Whose bones are these?

For today’s prompt from Robert Lee Brewer’s Write Better Poetry blog, write a question poem. There are a few different ways to come at this one. First, make the title of your poem a question and use the poem to answer it. Or make the title the answer and the poem the question. Or end your poem on a question.

Whose bones are these—
delicate as toothpicks
in last year’s leaves?

Did anyone mourn this death
from natural causes—
probably violent?

Is there a motherless
pup, cub or kit
wandering these woods?

I feel the urge to dig
a small grave— the futile
gesture of a primate

who spends too much time
walking in cemeteries.

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8 Responses to Whose bones are these?

  1. Cassa Bassa says:

    You walked in an archeologist’s mind.

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  2. JeanMarie says:


    And now I have “Circle of Life” from The Lion King in my head!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Lisa Tomey says:

    write about these bones in a shallow grave, just so we can see there was a soul, when they unearth these remains-in your words, perhaps they will know that someone cared, enough to celebrate, the sacredness of life – that just came to mind and it appears that what was done, by nature, as was intended. Thank you for honoring this life.

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