Revised
Hush fell, albeit
eyes danced, glints
of curiosity, liquid
as mercury, as she
shuffled with a dignified
glide into our presence.
Half-a-century has passed
shaving thin my memory,
still I nearly choke
on my startled breath
as she leans, touches,
straightens, proclaims
the single flow
of our blood. Her blue
eyes, circled with time,
meet my brown eyes,
expanded by the mystery
of our kinship.
2 comments:
Wonderful, so full of mystery and intimacy. "...liquid as mercury," "...the single flow of our blood." I can feel the dance in the poem.
One small thing, a spelling/grammatical detail --
In the line "Half-a-century has past" I believe "past" should be "passed" -- "past" is a noun or an adjective, but not a verb tense as you've used it. Anyway that's how I've always understood the distinction between the two words.
Lyle,
Thank you! I made the correction. Glad you felt this poem.
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