Martha

Martha

A Poem by Chris Shaw

A spirit crossed my path as I
breathed in the scent of pearly pinks,
in garden beds of hyacinths >

Her presence lingered, caught my thoughts,
a pause for moments to reflect,
to pay though late my fond respects

and conjure up those early days
on visits guided to a chair.
I'd listen, learn each time I stayed.

How old she seemed, how thin the skin
on hands that poured out lemonade
and played at making paper dolls.

It's strange that drapes once tightly drawn
can part at random to reveal
lost souvenirs that years can steal.

She left as softly as she came,
but not before I called her name.

© 2020 Chris Shaw


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although at first I thought this would be a mourning song .. its not at all .. its a celebration of a series of fond recollections all rolled into one and marks each respectfully with a dignity and poise befitting of Martha herself and the poet recalling her .. Neville

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

1 Year Ago


so am I so think so too .. maybe :)

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Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

No need for confusion. Martha is my great grandmother and Neville is Neville:) The poem is an old on.. read more



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This almost has a Sonnet feel to it Chris, and as we have seen, modern Sonnets (or neo-Sonnets) often stretch the regular 14 lines / 16 lines requirement. I like this a lot, and well up to yr usual High Standards ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Many thanks Tony. This is an older write out for a breath of spring air. Have a great day.
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A beautiful remembrance of a dear person, conjuring up moments of childhood play, the the aging process when we all have brittle bones and thin skin the smile on your face when you went to a visit, and then her final moments when you had the good fortune to say goodbye
All of this portrayed so perfectly as always Chris.
Best, B

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you Betty. My great grandmother. So tiny and fragile. That is how I remember her. Such a kind .. read more
Betty Hermelee

1 Year Ago

You’re very welcome dear Chris
Best
B.
Really lovely, Chirs.

My personal take is to set off in line 6 ,though late, with commas, forcing the reader to take that pause. But that is just me.

Winston

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you Winston. An older poem out for an airing. Will add that comma.

Chris
That was beautiful Chris and the scent of Hyacinths is one of my favorites. I love how this poem takes shape, through the eyes of a young girl experiencing the wonder of learning from one who we love and respect. This was just so nice. You take life and you put it into beautiful words.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you will for your lovely comment. I do love the scent of hyacinths. I have blue ones in my ga.. read more
Oh..cool! Wonderful to have a spirit wandering in. Mine was always a Sarah but you sound like you know this one a time or two. Someone you probably knew and shared the good milky afternoons with her, I get a lingering smell of moths or drapes when I read this...barely old in the sense where it's almost a ceremony to push back the rings or hooks and reveal old nicks and nacks..the kind of thing that makes the eyes go wide as (and I'm relaying this to my now passed uncle) like a guitar he's never played and that has never been cleaned in years or an original Elvis unopened something..usually an album just leaned or propped up against eternity, and it brought you to tears because you wanted so badly to take it home. I like this Martha..she smells of candy as well and wears just the right amount of wrong makeup..lol. Thanks Chris, a wonderful walk~

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you Joseph. Pleased you enjoyed your walk. Martha was my great grandmother. A tiny, fragile read more
A wonderful poem dear Chris. Felt like whisper to a memory, we need to remember. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you dear Coyote. Thank you also for the comment left on an old photo. I was trying to upload a.. read more
Coyote Poetry

1 Year Ago

You are welcome dear Chris. I am the one in my family who saved the photos. They are so valuable now.. read more

although at first I thought this would be a mourning song .. its not at all .. its a celebration of a series of fond recollections all rolled into one and marks each respectfully with a dignity and poise befitting of Martha herself and the poet recalling her .. Neville

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

1 Year Ago


so am I so think so too .. maybe :)

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Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

No need for confusion. Martha is my great grandmother and Neville is Neville:) The poem is an old on.. read more
There is so much endearing emotion in this poem, in quiet, and in apparent fondness, that it drew me in and asks that I stay to the conclusion. If I were to suggest a change it would be to move "as I" to the second line.
(as I breathed in the scent of pearly pinks).
But I am not the writer and only you can decide the flow, as it should be.
On the applaud side, WOW, your last eight lines just carried me away, and the last two lines left me with visions of the moment. This is a wonderful poem.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Thank you so much for your thoughful review. Suggestions always welcome. It was a special moment and.. read more
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LJW
This is beautiful. Almost ethereal.
I saw her in a high necked dress sitting in a chair, her gray hair in a bun. Heavy maroon drapes parted. A slice of sunlight on the sitting room floor.
Where she once was, the memories remain.


Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Thank you so much. You captured her spirit too. Yes, heavy drapes and mahogany. Tiny she was, like a.. read more
When we think back to the people that had an impact on our lives, there are those that stand out and this reflects so wonderfully here. Being beautiful and kind leaves an echo that carries on forever, not only within memories but also within the words you’ve shared, have a wonderful weekend Chris.

Lathe.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Thank you Lathe. How right you are. It is so easy to remember kindness. Thank you for stopping by an.. read more

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