Pages From An Era

Into a garden sprayed by night's rain, Jen slouches under a dim lamplight as the wind gushes on her divan sweeping pages of a long era, jotted down through crystal-clear memoirs from her flawless hand, still radiant... while tendrils of a past causes her eyes to melt in glass of evening. She pauses between emblazoned lines, a web of saga transports her musings in a village where life detailed the pain and glory of unwanted wartime; the smoky air turning fruits into molds as land raids wheezed without children’s sounds. Quietly, Jen folds the sepia-book to find beauty in her lit garden, while cloudburst fades like distant remains... then, washing the leaves of yesteryears, she breathes in solace: a woman freed by putting a name to her past angst, ready for rain’s music of tamed sleep. ............. Poem In Paradise Contest Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst 7/21/2014