Embroidered
Grandmother's hands are embroidered
with veins thin like thoughts not yet hatched
she holds you tightly where it feels softest
a smell like happiness attached in crevices
Her breath is laced sourly with drinks
not yet admitted into childhood's consideration
we us two, lie in the bowers of innocence
one by youth, one by liquor's Lazarus
When people we love die, a part of us
remembers those moments like torn buds
unfolded from a bush of roses, wondering
what they'd be if ever, given a chance to bloom.
Karin Anderson
You embroider your words with beauty and truth and the imagery, particularly in the last stanza really touched me. It is lovely to find your poems.
You embroider your words with beauty and truth and the imagery, particularly in the last stanza really touched me. It is lovely to find your poems.
Fay Slimm
This delightful read is filled with beauty in metaphor and textured flow. "The smell like happiness" is one of my favourites. A finely structured verse that stays with the reader.
This delightful read is filled with beauty in metaphor and textured flow. "The smell like happiness" is one of my favourites. A finely structured verse that stays with the reader.
A truly magnificent poem with such stunning imagery it has taken this reader's breath away. The concluding stanza is nothing short of perfect.