by Victoria Twomey
who has left this delicate cotton cloth
handsewn with care
to fit a young girl’s shape
with its small white buttons
its white lace collar
pinned at the shoulders
on this worn clothesline
behind this empty farmhouse?
the cloth is thin
and made for dense summer days
when this tree above
would have been fertile green
when there would have been
birds singing
a song for rising
a song for resting
a song by which to wander
a song to call the children home
more empty than the broken chairs
on the collapsing porch
this abandoned house
will soon be embraced by wild
come to claim, consume, console -
one day, it will call this cotton dress
with its blue satin ribbon about the waist
to rejoin the brown earth
this empty white dress
uplifted and released
ascending and descending
in the chilly breeze
* * * * *
Victoria Twomey is a poet
and an artist. Her work is written in a direct style, reflecting both a deep
emotional well and an intellectual exploration of time, death, and their
spiritual connections. She has appeared as a featured poet at various venues
around Long Island, NY, including the Hecksher Museum of Art, The Poetry Barn,
Barnes & Noble, The Pisces Cafe, Borders Books, and local radio. Her poems
have been published in several anthologies and on the web, including Sanctuary
Magazine, BigCityLit, PoetryBay and Autumn Sky Poetry Daily.
Her poem "Pieta" was nominated for a Pushcart Prize.
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ReplyDeleteWow. The feelings evoked by this poem evolve so noticeably from the idyllic beginning to the beautifully desolate ending. Well done!
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