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
9 comments:
Michael,
This '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.
A baby as a fixture in her arms, is a tender image.
a whispering, perfect poem
Poignant and gentle. Lovely read.
Thank you.
Cheers
Padmavani
I love the idea of a 'hushed woman', the words reflect so much, very lovely magpie.
Lovely take on the Magpie.
We will all become a faint memory one day...
Anna :o]
Effective, solid stuff.
lovely write.
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