'Please,' she begged.
'Let me take it and make a copy.
I’ll bring it back soon, promise.'
I was reluctant, but
she loved it so much. Who was I
to refuse her respectful request?
Never saw her again
nor the big card from my wall
depicting the Green Lady:
Mother Gaia, crinkled old face
wise and cheery under her hood,
her smile knowing
I can still see her.
[Poem #48]
This began as a game some bloggers played in 2008, to write about people who'd made an impact, in the same number of words as one's age, every day for a year. I did them less often and went on longer, adding one word each birthday. I stopped in 2016 and incorporated them into my main poetry blog. In 2019 I resumed the project and gave it its own blog again, with a new name, where it may unfold at its own (slow, intermittent) pace. I've labelled these verse portraits, but they're more like quick sketches: mere glimpses, impressions....
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