{"id":12669,"date":"2016-10-26T08:00:21","date_gmt":"2016-10-26T15:00:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/spijue.wpengine.com\/news\/writers-weir-the-body-in-the-dunes\/"},"modified":"2016-10-26T08:00:21","modified_gmt":"2016-10-26T15:00:21","slug":"writers-weir-the-body-in-the-dunes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.juneauempire.com\/life\/writers-weir-the-body-in-the-dunes\/","title":{"rendered":"Writers’ Weir: The Body in the Dunes"},"content":{"rendered":"

The blades of beach grass murmured like animated<\/em><\/p>\n

ideograms to tell us why, compass needles to tell us where, <\/em><\/p>\n

the hands of clocks to tell us when\u2014things we could read <\/em><\/p>\n

if only we knew how. <\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Or knives. <\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Buried under the beach grass of the dunes near Truro <\/em><\/p>\n

was a body. It rose up on the sand pile like a joke: <\/em><\/p>\n

The forgotten sunbather, fallen asleep and left behind,<\/em><\/p>\n

slumbering as the summer wound down <\/em><\/p>\n

and waking now ready for Halloween.<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

As the wind erased the trails the summer had inscribed in sand, <\/em><\/p>\n

the scattered facts emerged of what no one knew had happened. <\/em><\/p>\n

A body or, rather, bones\u2014bleached white, broken, black with mold. <\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Here and in Boston the newspapers murmured too in black and white: <\/em><\/p>\n

a murder, some random clues forever leading nowhere, <\/em><\/p>\n

and suspects only those conjecture could discover, one whose passion <\/em><\/p>\n

lusted more for this woman dead than living. <\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Sure it was some tourist, the locals say, or you\u2019d think he\u2019d know <\/em><\/p>\n

how the shore gives way under the breakers coming in, <\/em><\/p>\n

the wind off the Banks, the coast itself worn thin <\/em><\/p>\n

from the violent storms driven on the current down from Labrador.<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Half a century later we still remember what we never knew: <\/em><\/p>\n

who she was, who did it, why. All we know about what happened <\/em><\/p>\n

is that it did, and this we learned only by grace of the grass,<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

its rhizome\u2019s warp and woof, the subterranean script <\/em><\/p>\n

of stems and roots down deep into and wide <\/em><\/p>\n

that would have held the looseness of the sand together,<\/em><\/p>\n

giving the mound some essence against the weather.<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The killer as all good killers do undid himself: <\/em><\/p>\n

the spade that buried the body severed the weave <\/em><\/p>\n

that would have bound the body where it lay <\/em><\/p>\n

until it rose up with the rest of us on the sea.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2022 Jim Hale\u2019s award-winning column, \u201cOn Writing,\u201d appears regularly in the Capital City Weekly. This poem was inspired by the real-life case of \u201cThe Lady of the Dunes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u2022 To submit to Writers\u2019 Weir, email your poetry, fiction or creative nonfiction to managing editor Mary Catharine Martin at maryc.martin@capweek.com.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The blades of beach grass murmured like animated ideograms to tell us why, compass needles to tell us where, the hands of clocks to tell us when\u2014things we could read if only we knew how.   Or knives.   Buried under the beach grass of the dunes near Truro was a body. It rose up […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":107,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_stopmodifiedupdate":false,"_modified_date":"","wds_primary_category":7,"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[74],"yst_prominent_words":[],"class_list":["post-12669","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life","tag-arts-and-culture"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.juneauempire.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12669","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.juneauempire.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.juneauempire.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.juneauempire.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/107"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.juneauempire.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=12669"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.juneauempire.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12669\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.juneauempire.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12669"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.juneauempire.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12669"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.juneauempire.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12669"},{"taxonomy":"yst_prominent_words","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.juneauempire.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/yst_prominent_words?post=12669"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}