Friday, October 25, 2013

These Letters (Poem 206)

Never comparing affairs aloud,
the daughter anxiously tied these 
fat pink letters with yellow acrylic 
yarn, and slid them into the sleeve 
of a scratchy blue sweater, 
wanting swift closeness, not 
shallow processions of dim 
thoughts and acceptable reasons,
polite as eggshell teacups and 
slightly stale gingerbread.

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six


Tea at the Rittenhouse Hotel (Photo: Joyosity)