hannah’s song
hannah’s song
with cotton clouds above her
and yellow daisies at her feet
she danced to a quiet sonnet
of freedom
hands outstretched
and palms towards the heavens
her blonde hair flowed
like summer showers
as she watched waving daisies
swaying, dancing
to the refrain of daybreak
only moments before
morning had nudged us
more gently
than a marshmallow circle
on her hungry lips
pulling the bed sheets away
smiling on her nakedness
i kissed her shoulders
and brushed my fingers
through her hair
the moaning sound of music
caressed the room
much like the linens
that entangled us
laying ghostly between our bodies
two pillows indented
yet the smudge of lipstick
and mascara on only one
her sleep deceived me
when she whispered
that she was not going away
cascading memories
from burnt orange mountains
onto sopping marshes soft and slovenly
like overboiled asparagus
clinging to slippery rocks
words of praise filled her heart
in her own presence she moved
seductively
a liquefied dancer in the field of daisies
singing
‘you have turned my mourning into dancing
you have shown me the beauty of ashes…’
she stood,
tears welling in her eyes
in a field of daisies, her blanket of comfort
she whispered,
in the midst of daisies
i held sunflowers in my heart
with outstretched hands
weeping for joy
she presented pomegranates and strawberries
then with a measured smile
offered an apple
taking a bite
i wondered
where i had read this story before
~ tolbert ~
Copyright © wayne tolbert | Year Posted 2025
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