Monday, July 21, 2014

"This Poem"


"This Poem"

This poem is a salve to my wounds.
This poem is an escape.
This poem points the way home.

This poem is a cool cloth
upon fevered brow, a song
sung low and soft, a caressing hand
comforting, soothing, easing.
This poem is a salve to my wounds.

This poem is a feather
upon an ocean breeze, a child
barefoot upon a forest path,
a wish granted.
This poem is an escape.

This poem is a topsy turvy map
of twists, turns, diversions, a flickering light
guiding, a haven sheltering, welcoming -
is buttered crust, cinnamon and baked apples.
This poem points the way home.

This poem heals all wounds.
This poem offers freedom to escape.
This poem welcomes all wanderers home.

by Margaret Bednar, July 21, 2014

This poem is linked and written to the challenge at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Sunday Mini Challenge - Boomerang Metaphors.  Hannah has created this form - follow the above link to read the details.

I have also linked with IGWRT's Open Link Monday.

13 comments:

Fireblossom said...

If it is all of those things, then I would say that's one beauty of a poem!

Gail said...

Beautiful...just what I needed.

Susan said...

Love. Each is positive, no matter how you put it. Lovely, too.

Jim said...

Hey Margaret, here comes your long lost wanderer, coming home for some of you(r apple pie. (shades of Little Red Hen??)

I really like this, and I like apple pie. I guessed apple pie from the picture. You/I can run but I won't stay hidden long.
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Sumana Roy said...

This is really beautiful Margaret...

Ginnie said...

The first thought that came to my mind when I opened this post, Margaret, was "And she bakes pies, too?????!" :)

Jenny said...

We should all learn to write poetry. I love this. xo Jenny

Marian said...

this is so beautiful and i can really relate. thank you, Margaret.

Magaly Guerrero said...

...a healing dance with lyrical words in it. Yum.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Your poem offers promise of comfort to the reader. A wonderful interpretation of the form.

Mama Zen said...

You did a splendid job with the form, Margaret!

Helen said...

I can only imagine how busy your summers are ~ thank you for this gift.

grapeling said...

I like the arc from first to final stanza, Margaret ~