1
Bone is a most interesting thing.
It encrypts brick and feather
it's shaped
with shades of blue
like ice midwinter
that Maine winter of cerulean snows
when a small boy's
sledding yells rappelled
down the hill.
2
But now
spring is a carousel
that spins a kindred melody
(Are daffodils ciphers
bloomed to mock death?)
brings a bone wish
to walk again
the garden
to feel earth's curve
under spine.
Inspired by Hannah Gosselin's blog, Metaphors and Smiles, back in March where she gave intriguing instructions for a Guided Poem. I liked it and have been playing with it since. Today's post by Grace over at Real Toads about Wallace Stevens pulled it together though. It's another in my Bone Poem series.
