Elan Mudrow
Smidgens
Mary Shelley
Remnants of the past…embedded.
Curled inside chalky lava flows
Stuck to a shape…ripples in stone.
Only elements change its appearance.
I and everything wait for the rain.
The parched flowers and grasses
Fragile skin, stalks, browns and beiges.
Bloomed full, so easily, last spring.
The bridge is out, lower in the canyon
Where the Klickitat heads for Mt. Adams.
Along the dryness, scattered tree limbs
So light, they remind me of bones.
Whitened and greyed by summer
I imagine them becoming a form
A collage of life, blood, and image
Uneven substance, knees, elbows, heart
I feel a sprinkle. It passes quickly.
Once, I believed your hands were so soft
I thought they were made of petals.
Now, I know that I was right.
For, I’m the one who made you.
Forced to walk close to the highway
I pass a row of old houses
Where the highway bends between bluffs
Carrying an assortment of sticks, limbs, knots
The dogs bark at everyone.
Yes, it’s a crucial book in the history of Eng Lit.
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So descriptive thanks for this wonderful piece. Love ❤️ J
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Just had to do a presentation in my english course on Mary Shelley and the writing of Frankenstein. This post definitely caught my eye. Lol.
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Lovely combination of images of nature and mediation.
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This is beautiful. I love the imagery.
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I do indeed. ᖹᒧᐧᖹᖱᔪᒣᖽ (nitsíniiyi’taki) Thank YOU!
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Then, you know the area I was at. Thanks so much!!
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Love it… Especially since I spent so many years in the Pacific Northwest.
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Thanks my friend.
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I think I detect a layered meaning. From the title of the poem to the title of the artwork to the content of the poem. Brilliant.
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Thanks so much!!
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I love this paean. The feelings, images, ideas are all in there, beautifully wrought.
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Fantastic post!!
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