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| 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
The poem was inspired by Sepia Saturday's prompt of
Ah, the unrequited love..always thrums the heart strings. Very nice.
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DeleteA lovely word picture.
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DeleteYou conjure a whole world of 'what ifs'
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful interpretation of this week's prompt - the drawing, the memories and the poem.
ReplyDeleteAwww... Is the poem true & of you? Or a whimsical tale? Either way, it's a lovely poem - a little sad, but sweetly romantic. :)
ReplyDeletePure imagination. But thanks for the nice words!
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful poem and it fits the prompt so well
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