Mountains I remember.
The rocky earth
not that distant
from our splintered cabin
but there is a dearth
of mother in my memories.
I'm told as a baby
I was held a fixture
in her arms, took from her
breast and was lavished
with attention.
A hushed woman
but one to hold
her place
in the rustic life
she was given
until she vanished
from all but the faint
recall of people.
2011 @ Michael A. Wells
Michael,
ReplyDeleteThis 'hushed woman' came alive in your Magpie ...
Sad and beautiful write. It conjures an image of Lara in "Doctor Zhivago" vanishing somewhere, in one of the labour camps.
ReplyDeleteA baby as a fixture in her arms, is a tender image.
ReplyDeletea whispering, perfect poem
ReplyDeletePoignant and gentle. Lovely read.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
Cheers
Padmavani
I love the idea of a 'hushed woman', the words reflect so much, very lovely magpie.
ReplyDeleteLovely take on the Magpie.
ReplyDeleteWe will all become a faint memory one day...
Anna :o]
Effective, solid stuff.
ReplyDeletelovely write.
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