Gillian (a kyrielle)
She stands near flowers on the porch,
sunbeams exploding in her hair.
She lights up spaces like a torch.
I took the picture. I was there.
Horse and rider levitation:
beautiful girl, beautiful mare.
Thrilling hunt seat equitation.
I took the picture. I was there.
Seated in the flower garden,
rainbows of petals everywhere.
Begging all the insects’ pardon,
I took the picture. I was there.
He holds his just-born little girl,
the image of paternal care.
Mysterious, how life unfurls.
I took the picture. I was there.
This is lovely, Susan. I admire your bravery in attempting what sounds like a difficult form. (And I know I've said it before, but I'll say it again: the poetic insistence created by repeating lines is so powerful.)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. I love the way you've worked backwards, and painted such lovely pictures, written like a photographer.
ReplyDeleteAnd do I now have to add Kyrielle to my list? I'm loving discovering new forms.
This is another wonderful Gillian poem. It belongs in a frame.
ReplyDeleteWOW. You wow me. Seriously. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. THIS one made me cry.
ReplyDeleteLovely. These forms are all new to me...loving this month as a reader!
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