Crystal for sister
“Why not?” A glass poured in the shade of the garden.
She’s keen that it fills. I watch her eyes widen.
Her hand, on the table, is small in the shadows
overcast by the gesturing arms of the adults.
From woman to man, down a warren of viens
the crystal is passed through the web of the vines.
Her cheeks are flushing. Come back in our shelter.
I won’t build it without you. We're always together.
It’s brought to her lips – we swallow our youths.
Exposed to the sky I clutch my juice.
30 Oct 2005 23:24
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The rhythm of this is beautiful, and the half-rhymes sound really evocative.
Normally your poetry goes straight over my head, but this is gorgeous.
31 Oct 2005, 13:52
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