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# "Pillar" and "The Bluff to Which We Sang"
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- Published: 2022-07-21T17:16:45.000Z
- Updated: 2026-06-03T18:51:43.000Z
- Author: Staff
- Tags: Poetry, #Import 2026-08-03 09:59

*Poetry by Hannah Darling Fenn*

## Pillar

Exoskeletons littered our yard   
The day I touched my  
Tongue to the roof of my mouth  
And called victory.  
They moved me in heaps   
From one pillar to another.   
My shoes fit better then   
And the skies emptied  
Like power right into   
Our tiny open palms.

It was a bit like when  
My son laid on my lap, cried.  
Asked me to write his name  
On his own hands.  
We all must have some memory of that-   
The ritual of being called holy.

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## The Bluff to Which We Sang

The ancient future holds us dear   
In its little itinerary.  
It hums along our hay fire,   
Singing rain, please  
Breathe with us.

It’s my favorite ghost story-  
The way the land hasn’t  
Given us signal to leave.  
And we start to become plains  
And he starts to wear work boots   
And I wonder if everything has   
Crawled its way home at some point   
And felt the forgiving earth  
Soften under elbows.

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*Hannah Darling Fenn is a Pacific Northwest poet and mother residing in Wisconsin. In her work, she experiments with surrealist poetry born from meditative states and the natural world. Her poems have appeared in Wend, Terrible Orange Review, and Cordella Magazine.*