Handprints on the RiverbankA Poem by AnnaMortality has haunted me From a dark green shrub And all the shadows between Her perfect leaves-- On my heel thereafter But always polite In the moments I escaped Certain tragedy. It was behind my back Leaning over to read The paper and Watch me make tea. I felt the cold Held the skeleton Of what could have been-- What could be If I wasn’t afraid. I think up old demons In the wallpaper And just down the hall from My sister’s room. I’ve gone mad about The flowers in paintings Like the color of memory And the pitchy wind-- A delicate scent From rain and daffodils. I can’t unlearn the chords I can’t undo The lightning strike-- I can’t be less of a little girl Or less of a coyote.
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2 Reviews Added on January 7, 2024 Last Updated on January 7, 2024 AuthorAnnaRaos Crest, NowhereAbout"I say, Wendy...Always if you see me forgetting you, just keep on saying 'I'm Wendy,' and then I'll remember." more..Writing
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