Fragments of First Love
“Fragments of the first experience ever remain in air” ~ By poet
Sits above uncle wearing his preacher's hat;
Sits her Mom below with a vacant praise;
She for whom he sighs stands beside,
Digging the floor with toes,
With bruised eyes, to bury newly flumed virgin love,
And he beholds the scene through a keyhole.
For years hatched he a golden egg of love in soul,
And twelve moons ago, he let go his dove,
And she held it like a primrose,
And nursed their love with pride.
But softly she sobs here; his crafty uncle lays
Traps and purrs as if he played with a gnat.
Scene he zooms in, and rattles like a frightened rat.
His uncle's mockery smothers his gaze,
And through the landscape, turned upside
Down, he views how she goes
Like a beaten dove, gazing vacantly above,
Interring her love, wearing a black shawl.
Jan. 18, 2021 (originally posted on Jan. 4, 2021)
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A 3rd Place in the following contest (judged on Jan. Jan. 16, 2021)
Jan. 4, 2021
A Little Memory - My Invented Form - Poetry Contest
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