The Gift

You're eyes are green
Edged with violets; But
I didn't know it
Not then

Just the flick
Of small elbows
Delicate feathers

Bones yet
Whispers under
The smooth egg
Of my skin

Butterfly child
In muffled water
You were mine
In the darkness
But never again


Blogger Pat Paulk said...

A sad resonance here. Excellent poem Sue.

1:51 PM  
Blogger C.J.Duffy said...

Simply wonderful.

1:09 PM  
Blogger C.J.Duffy said...

Came back to read the wonderful lines:
"Bones yet
Whispers under
The smooth egg
Of my skin"...

Incredible words.

1:23 PM  
Blogger iamnasra said...

It falls like music ...I missed that for years ..being away from your blog ..hope you are well..Happy Belated New year


4:33 AM  
Blogger RachelW said...

Just found your blog by way of Breathing Poetry. I love this! I shall enjoy following your work. Beautiful!

3:12 PM  

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