Thursday, May 17, 2018


Edward Emerson Simmons "The Reflection" oil on canvas
American Impressionist Painter

She sported a Gibson roll, no trendles,
allowed a few pinches upon her cheeks,
naturally arched eyebrows raised higher
as she carefully considered herself 
through the compact mirror father had gifted,
unaware how light lingured long upon her neck,
slid up shoulder, arm, fingers, haloing her

as I, an awkward teen
thought her the epitome of grace and beauty.

I remember she quietly closed the lid,
took Father's hand, uncharacteristically giggled
and I blushed thinking them surely too old
for such dalliance and romance.

Margaret Bednar, May 17, 2018

Our very own Shay is related to the artist above and is hosting our challenge over at "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Fireblossom Fridays - Edward Emerson Simmons"

Monday, April 30, 2018

"Between the Covers"

Between the Covers

Back in the day, summers meant adventure
not only astride pony and bike
but eyes and fingers waltzing pages,

arm-chairing sweltering afternoons
intoxicated with an artist's sleight of hand,
an author's conjuring

and just like that I'd Mary Poppins into each book,
not in lady-like fashion, feet first,
but cannon-ball style,

discipling into Aslan's world,
cow-girling Wyoming's Green Grasses,
sonneting a White Way of Delight

honeycombed within worlds
where characters became friends,
their words sandwiched within me,

nibbled on all these years,
nourishing, thrilling, sharing with my children
cocooned in a hammock come summer.

by Margaret Bednar, April 30, 2018

This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - A Final in Verbs - Imagined by Brudberg" a challenge to turn nouns into verbs.

and NaPoWriMo 2018 (30 poems in 30 days)... I competed 29 - missed one day.

The books referred to in this poem are:

Narnia series
Green Grass of Wyoming series
Anne of Green Gables series

I invite you to listen to me read this poem (I have to re-record this as I made a few changes):