La princesse flamant roseA Poem by eglantineMy nana did not bathe in the tin tub her family used, not did her vocal cords capture the air so she could speak the language of love.
She prefered sneaking from laundry and bread baking to be where the moon once shed its pearly skin: le jardin dans son coeur.
It was there she folded her clothes onto the eyelash-grass shore and joined the flamingos--the
heartbeats the moon left behind. The water wrote her name in words
only skin can understand...
and here, her hue was just faint of what the moon
once loved.
Here, avies and young woman bathed in the cool nectar of the hidden pond.
Shed flamingo feathers floated towards my nana and clung softly to her legs. © 2012 eglantineAuthor's Note
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15 Reviews Added on August 8, 2012 Last Updated on August 8, 2012 AuthoreglantineSomewhere SomeplaceAboutI graduated with my B.A. in English (emphasis creative writing) My ultimate goal is to be the U.S. Poet Laureate and to be a college professor of poetry. I'm a wildflower with a poetic soul. I'm als.. more..Writing
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