Wednesday, August 20, 2008

For Chokecherry

I held you like fog holds the riverbank

In the hour before dawn,

The hour you always loved best.

I think of you in April...

That's when you were prettiest,

When the rains came.

Love, I take a new knife out to the garden,

Times when I've dreamt of you.

I cut the funeral belles

And lay them on the riverbank along with my dress--

The one I wore in the rain,

The one you always loved best.



rc_girl said...


Fireblossom said...

Thanks, sweetie! :-)

Cynthia said...

So lovely Shay, an aubade to a
lover whose fragrance lingers on.

Fireblossom said...

Many thanks, Cynthia. I wouldn't be a very good Amy Lowell fan if I didn't write an aubade from time to time, now would I? ;-)

Nichole said...


There's a dawn every day. The occasional aubade seems in order.

You still write beautifully, Cookie. Thank you.

Fireblossom said...

Thanks, sister mine. :-)

I always love to see that you have been here. I'd like to wrap you and Cynthia up and just keep you here!

C. Elizabeth said...

Hey Shay- This is beautiful. I loved the images, especially "I cut the funeral belles..And lay them on the riverbank along with my dress."

Fireblossom said...

Thanks, lady. This poem wouldn't behave, I had to keep rewriting it, but the funeral belles survived from the first draft to the last, though truth be told, they were funeral "bells" the first time through. I guess, when in doubt, I turn to nature.

Thanks for stopping in!