tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post5975871689479724518..comments2023-06-24T14:21:13.094+02:00Comments on AppleHouse Poetry Workshop: March Poem Prompt 2 - A Simple WishLynne Reeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11852192697142140025noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-36120371878640957692008-03-13T00:13:00.000+01:002008-03-13T00:13:00.000+01:00Scarves on the Stairs8.00 am and the front door sl...Scarves on the Stairs<BR/><BR/><BR/>8.00 am and the front door slams, <BR/>shaking the house like<BR/>an earthquake. <BR/>She has gone without saying goodbye. <BR/><BR/>I collect the debris:<BR/>mugs of cold tea, <BR/>yesterday’s papers, <BR/>make-up, <BR/>piles of wet towels. <BR/><BR/>On the landing, there’s a muddle <BR/>of discarded scarves – <BR/>one cyclamen, one rose,<BR/>and one Indian paisley cascading <BR/>like a red and gold waterfall <BR/>down the stairs. <BR/><BR/>I gather their softness<BR/>into my arms, <BR/>seeing the child who once <BR/>solemnly gripped the bannisters <BR/>as I urged her to be careful<BR/>not to fall. <BR/><BR/>I wished her then old <BR/>as now I wish her young. <BR/><BR/><BR/>Alyss DyeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-36048596116665858212008-03-08T14:38:00.000+01:002008-03-08T14:38:00.000+01:00WishesWaking early morning, I heara pheasant near ...Wishes<BR/><BR/>Waking early morning, I hear<BR/>a pheasant near and raw <BR/>from sleep – I settle on the sheen <BR/>of bronzed feathers, lodged deep<BR/>in memory. As a child, I saw <BR/>one - wings pinioned, in a window <BR/>nook – clawed feet caught<BR/>on a slab of stone. I think of how <BR/>I wished it flight one day <BR/>and how it still returns.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12621015811241464567noreply@blogger.com