Thursday, April 02, 2015

First April Poem

I've decided not to always post whole poems here, but rather to always, the following day, post a taster of what I've done. Sometimes this will be the whole poem, sometimes a few lines, sometimes even the impulse or exercise behind them.

Yesterday, from a poem called 'W is for Wings':

In my mother's garden,
neglected chaos,
the watering can abandoned
beside a tree we agreed to cut down,
a gardenia dwarfed by some nondescript shrub
(metaphor for many women's lives)
only I see - if I close my eyes -
   a sweet Eden...


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