Thursday, August 17, 2017

She remembers # 113 Claine Keily

She remembers a time
when after school
she would ride a wild pony
help break it in bareback
for the people living just
outside the valley


Then she would help her mother
wash vegetables
and shine the knives
and forks for the table


She remembers how
after hours of homework
she would pretend to be asleep
by seven
when her parents
entered the bedroom
but afterwards would read secretly
under the covers
by torchlight
far into the night
and this is the person
she now dreams to become

7 comments:

  1. Replies
    1. Thanks Stuart. I am never sure about my writing but I write the truth as I have experienced it. I look forward to having time to look at your recent poems on the weekend.

      Delete
  2. What a beautiful poem, Claine. Thank you.

    ReplyDelete
  3. Thanks for the response Rob. I am never very sure about how others will receive my work. I just write what is the truth for me at that point in time x

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Yes. Me too. But all agree this is a stunner. :)

      Delete
  4. A stunner of a poem Claine - I love the atmosphere/sense of wistfulness, longing and also real sense of magic at the end - the secret reading with the torchlight. Fabulous!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thanks so much Kristen. It is a true story.

      Delete

Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.