Saturday, June 4, 2016

Milling About

Image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons
The Maid of the Mill/Helen Kendrick Johnson, 1900
Public Domain

Homecoming

It’s been nearly fifty years since I’ve been to this old mill.
And yet, those past fifty years rushed right by me.  In a heartbeat,
whirling dust and wood and dappled sunlight streaked, until
everything including time ceased, as I glanced at an uneven bit of floorboard.
It’s where I left a note for you, with all the words my heart could spill.
I pledged my teenaged love to you and agreed we could run away.
But then you never replied. Your voice was silent, still.
So I lifted the board, and with a special sadness, saw the yellowed vellum sheet…
timing is everything, or what you will.

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The form is Magic 9.
The poem was inspired by Sepia Saturday's prompt of

10 comments:

  1. Ah, the unrequited love..always thrums the heart strings. Very nice.

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    1. Thank you so much for your kind words. And yes, thrums describes it perfectly.

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  2. You conjure a whole world of 'what ifs'

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  3. What a beautiful interpretation of this week's prompt - the drawing, the memories and the poem.

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  4. Awww... Is the poem true & of you? Or a whimsical tale? Either way, it's a lovely poem - a little sad, but sweetly romantic. :)

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  5. Pure imagination. But thanks for the nice words!

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  6. What a beautiful poem and it fits the prompt so well

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