Four leaf clover, talk to me
Tell me how my luck will be.
In the rain
I'm the girl
with a flower garland in her hair
I'm the ball
that someone left
dangerously on the stair.
Four leaf clover, talk to me
Tell me how my luck will be.
In the fall
I'm the girl
with a jack-o-lantern for a face
I'm the book
on the bed
but I never think to mark my place.
Four leaf clover, talk to me
Tell me how my luck will be.
In the night
I'm the girl
with a yellow candle burning bright.
I'm the stray
in the road
watching all the passing pretty lights
Four leaf clover, talk to me
Tell me how my luck will be.
_____
I love the incantatory rhythm, ...the refrain "Four leaf clover, talk to me / Tell me how my luck will be" - gives it structure like spell or lullaby. - a seasonal miniature, witchy story.
ReplyDeleteYour imagery is always so amazing. I am especially struck by the book on the bed, "but never think to mark my place."
ReplyDeleteWho is this girl whom the four leaf clover can't get a handle on? Lost? Found? Radiant? Happy-go-lucky? Melancholy? A child? A stray? To me the answer is writ large: she's alive. All the uncertainties get drowned in that little fact. Well, that's how your poem translates to me anyway, Shay.
ReplyDelete