marigold-glow
i heard a call
the wet plucking of footsteps in mud
April with ratted hair and coarse-sacking clad
begging at my door
i offered her scraps of toast
and the last third of the pot of coffee
she gulped
dry lips smacking like leaves in the wind
her winter-worn teeth tearing
a colour rose to her cheeks
marigold-glow
she thanked me
by burying herself in the garden
and erupting several weeks later
all ebony-rose and chaos
on the lawn
















Comments
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When all else fails, blame curiosity.
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happy makes me a modern girl
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happy makes me a modern girl
-ash
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There are no happy endings, because nothing.. ever ends...
You manage to capture a great deal of intensity and meaning in this short poem. Wonderfully consistent images. Highly appropriate for this time of year. All in all, I'm going to
Aw, you've gone and got me in a good mood now.
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I'm a girl, dammit.
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happy makes me a modern girl
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