Tuesday, September 3, 2013

She Carried His Laughter (Poem 154)

She carried his laughter 
like a trembling daisy 
into the eye of the storm
a dull wind stirred 
the dust and discarded 
wrappers at her feet,
yet she remained pristine, 
clean as a cat and as smug, 
her treasure clasped 
in her hands, which folded 
around it as if in prayer. 
There, where the sun 
glinted off shards of glass 
like a field of glittering diamonds, 
she turned her face 
to the sky and listened 
for that sweet song 
that made the angels blush. 
There, she laid it down, then 
turned around, turned 
inward, toward home.

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six

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