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Friday, July 13, 2012

Bright Wood





This bright wood he built with 
only her in mind. It waited hitched
to a pair of horses for her to ride 
shotgun beside him into the future 
on their wedding night. 

This bright wood -- carved and 
and painted with gingerbread --
colors and details the dreams he 
attempted while trying to persuade 
her and the butterflies to remain.  

This bright wood stays shaded 
under a tree heavy with pears
close by the barren plans they made
together before she was laid 
down in the ground alone.

6 comments:

nance said...

well done.

monicasharman said...

Such intensity in the colors and emotions.

Valerie Kamikubo said...

Someone put much time and work into that wagon. I like your poem.

Louise Gallagher said...

I love how that brightly coloured wagon compelled your beautiful writing!

Anonymous said...

Love this, amazing why he built it, and amazing still when she is gone. It is still beautiful beyond words.

SimplyDarlene said...

good words.

have you watched the film version of The Adventures of Ociee Nash? i'm thinking you should.