Hearting Up –
A Story of Origins
Her life began
in bubbles and brandy,
joining chocolate-caressed strawberries
and velvety lemon sponge cake.
Before she was born,
her senses filled
with sounds
of ancient melodies,
strummed on
ethereal violas and cellos.
And yet,
no kin
may recreate the sounds.
As life arose within her,
emerald English ivy
climbed the walls around her,
trailing in every direction
to shield her infant skin
from the sun’s white-hot rays.
The clan, nomadic hunters
of medieval artifacts,
welcomed her arrival
with music and madness,
which soon evolved into revelry
and fairly shook the snow
from the mountains above.
Always seeking
a forbidden secret within,
like a banished boon,
she learned to walk
in the quiet hours of the night.
Somehow, she sensed
the safety in silence.
Her search ended
atop a cracked rock,
beneath the shadow
of a chipped wooden cross.
There,
in the ever-growing darkness,
a single light
penetrated the unseen corners
of her hidden heart.
Family lore
entwined her soul
for years,
as yarns were spun
in colors of truth and falsehood.
Knots and tangles
beckoned her
into the mesh,
but still she struggled
to pull away.
Faded family photographs
boast of unanimous smiles.
Printed memories
belie the buried blames
and swept-up sarcasms
of every act.
Only the glossy images remain.
A string of well-worn pearls
and a tarnished cameo brooch
beg to share
what human flesh cannot.
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I really love these lines towards the end:
ReplyDelete'Faded family photographs
boast of unanimous smiles.
Printed memories
belie the buried blames
and swept-up sarcasms
of every act.'
Very laden with history between the lines.
"only the glossy images remain"
ReplyDeletei love this.
A string of well-worn pearls
ReplyDeleteand a tarnished cameo brooch
beg to share
what human flesh cannot.
These lines are wonderful. I love listening to the stories old jewelry and family heirlooms have to tell.
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Heather
What great memories. I loved the narration!
ReplyDeleteCross out old memories
wonderfully written. it seem to recall ancient times but then you mention photographs but still a lovely poem
ReplyDeletethat was intensely beautiful... a legacy... i believe all of us would like to know we left something of true value behind.
ReplyDelete"A string of well-worn pearls
ReplyDeleteand a tarnished cameo brooch
beg to share
what human flesh cannot."
You are so talented, Linda! This evokes so many pictures in the minds eye. I am very visual so this sort of writing is beautifully descriptive to me.
I am so glad you got your t-shirt! Hey, can I say once more, "My Bad"? since I apparently forgot to address in your name! Yikes! :)
This is normal for me!
Well I hope your daughter drools over it!
Have fun! and thanks for stopping by!
God bless!
Maria
Thanks for stopping by. I LOVE poetry. I will be back. I hve written a few of my own...but yours are awesome!
ReplyDeleteLove it, it is so full of family and tradition in between the lines. Hugs Mary
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