Garden, Party of One


My sense of a-where-ness
comes in small comforts –

the shiny snake of a scar
where a bad scrape has

healed, the twigs braided
into my hair after hiding

under whispering trees.
Come, catch a wayward

fairy with me by the firefly
light of all this silence.

prompted by Quickly, day 6.




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7 Responses to Garden, Party of One

  1. julespaige says:

    Nice, very nice. For about a week there were only a few ‘blinkers’.
    But last night the back yard and the trees, while not full to capacity was, well lit.

  2. This one caused me to feel small again…thank you, de!! 🙂

  3. a-where-ness – I love. The snake and the twig – what wonderful images. As well as the “firefly light” of the silence. Beautiful!

  4. Zane says:

    I love that comma in the title. Also the first line and this: “the twigs braided into my hair”

  5. Beautiful journey through scars overcome 😀

  6. seingraham says:

    Yes, de – I agree that the comma in the title is especially effective. Also, I just love “the firefly light of all this silent” – there is an awesome eeriness and beauty both, to this phrase.

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