Sunday, July 22, 2018

"In the Footsteps of a Dream"

Dress from NewFrog
In the Footsteps of a Dream...

It's shadowless, air's thick with caution. Everything's familiar,
yet comfort alludes me.  House void of furniture,
front door's missing, humming floats from kitchen.

Realize I'm a boy.  Same hairstyle, thanks to Mother's home cuts,
eyes, nose, mouth haven't changed,
chest still flat... strangely feel empowered.

Tear off shirt, it's allowed now, grab a stick, slice the air,
revel in new found freedom. Rebel yell escapes my lips;
then I see him and duck behind a tree.  Paperboy.

Sister descends porch steps,
a shoulder revealing sundress goddess,
hair curled just so.  Her smile's returned.

Long to be a girl, just not the one I was.

Run back into the house, slam heavy door behind me,
house so crammed with furniture a path toward kitchen is non-existent.
Mother's making cherry pie, which always makes me happy,

yet all I can do is stand still as my mouth waters.
Shadows have returned. smell of crust and fruit fill the air,
yet comfort alludes me.  Twelve is an awkward age.

by Margaret Bednar, July 22, 2018

I invite you to listen to me read this poem (below)

I am participating with "The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - A Little Night Music" and writing about a dream or write in a dream like manner.  I chose to try and capture a dream I've had a few times in my life - the same exact dream.  I find it very hard to explain and I'm not very good at weaving a dreamlike tale but I wanted to participate.

I do LOVE sundresses and I almost bought quite a few while googling sundresses... this was almost a costly exercise but I refrained. :)

Monday, July 16, 2018

"Island Symphony"

"Island Symphony"

Huckleberries, rose hips, and blackberries trill
with grasshopper sparrow's song,

nearby salt pond offers painted snapping turtles,
osprey, and muted swans upon brackish surface,

while herons, great blue and black-crowned,
hesitantly search shallows for fish, insects, crustaceans.

Little blue row boat and I glide silently
for a minute (perhaps two)

but soon sparrow's silence and others winged retreat
leaves no doubt I'm an intruder -

so Blue and I paddle away,
heart soaring as behind my back faintly hear
their vibrato return.

by Margaret Bednar, July 16, 2018

Linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Artistic Interpretations with Margaret - Toril Fisher"

all about Nantucket's berries: