Merril is the hostess of the first dverse poet’s pub of 2019. Her prompt today:
So, today, I want you to consider time and space and what if? What if you–or someone else—or some THING else–took that less or more-traveled path? Would it make a difference? Will it make a difference? Look backward, forward, inside, and out. Then wonder, what if? Ponder it into a poem and post it for us to enjoy.
She, cozy, reposed
in the overstuffed velveteen chair,
gazes out onto frozen pond,
brandy half full, cheeks rosed.
Pond, gleaming yellow gold
in the slight melting of the sun.
She, warmed by crackling flames,
reminisces of the day things changed.
On her uncle’s lap, squirming for escape,
while bright-eyed relatives drank coffee
and played cards, joking, oblivious.
The door being kicked in caused quite a stir.
Sturdy foot soldier in blue, reading mom her rights
As the nice lady gently instructed uncle to let me go.
Afright as if dropped from a cliff and tumbling,
Yet relief so dense, like the heart of a star.
Falling into the hearts of Maman and Papan,
their home, incubator of healing,
awakened burgeoning worth of being,
Not a possession or an object.
These days her libraric realm is filled
with such beasts in fairy tales.
She tucks hers onto a shelf
And revisits every now and again.