Revisiting the library of student days
I find the book I cherished most,
its deep blue binding little changed,
recognised as secret sign,
a treasure trove and wish,
among the dwindling titles in Cyrillic
from a universe where constellations
morphed to words, poetry was
friend and guest.
Turning the pages of her text
I find my furtive annotations -
miniscule, in fading graphite,
fearful to transgress;
faithful in their tracing
of her all-too-brief trajectory -
a meteoric muse whose talent
fired base clay, torched effigies.
The poet s deep blue book
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2010
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Thank you, Marina, and perhaps you have guessed - you share her first name :)
Jena Woodhouse 28.06.2010 03:48 Заявить о нарушении
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