either, harrowing, marrow, grubs, thin, oath,
saw, guess, rare, march, borrow, transparent
Many Years Ago
When I was a girl, willow thin
and achingly transparent,
my innocence was an oath
whispered to the wind.
whispered to the wind.
I dream of those
borrowed, sunlit days,
rare and golden,
borrowed, sunlit days,
rare and golden,
the marrow
of wild blackberries
sweet on my tongue.
At night, I see
white flower petals
fluttering like moths
in the dark.
in the dark.
In the morning,
they're gone.
8 comments:
This is a good poem.
So Marianne... what IS the difference... ;)
Gorgeous. The image of the moths following the 17 year old's discovery is powerfully beautiful. Deep and rich. I love this piece, Marianne.
I really like the image of teenage years as borrowed sunlit days
I'm with Brenda, really like this poem and where you took it. It's beautiful,
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2013/04/28/pushed-beyond-limits/
I could see and sense the morning of her life in these beautiful words. Bravo!
I agree with the others this is lovely piece of writing, Marianne.
Pamela
Marianne- Such a sweet piece. Spring time and fleeting flower petals- reminders of where we have been.
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