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May and December
Here’s a seasonal poem from my FootHills chapbook: My Will and Testament Is on the Desk.
May and December
A boy runs
among rain-wet buttercups
that dot the grass
like stains
left by a kissing sun.
The shavings of my life
lie scattered at my feet.
I drink clouded wine
from chipped glass,
regard the child splashing in the rain.
I place my hand on his neck, lick
the drops from his cheek,
tears upon a yellow flower.
— Sherry Chandler
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2 Comments
1. shamash replies at 22nd May 2007, 9:01 pm :
Oh, so beautifully written!
I especially like the lines:
“I drink clouded wine
from chipped glass”
2. sherry replies at 23rd May 2007, 11:50 am :
Thank you, Shamash. I was feeling rather dark when I wrote those lines. And I was doing experiments wherein the writing was driven strictly by language, not by any message at all. Surprising things happened.
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