"Bubbling up in our own good time-- online."
Groundwaters Publishing, LLC
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
Volume 2 Issue 1
Page 12
Page 12
If there was
an architecture to my life
in those years then
let this
be the geometry of it –
Right-angled branch
of the apple tree
which I made into a horse,
saddled it
with my childhood longings,
the softened leather
of Mother’s old handbags
and the bedspread
with repeating scene of a farm
whose fences my
imaginary horse could jump
easily. Square back yard
within calling distance
of those who loved me,
who never let me too far
out of range. Circle
of what I would ride
desperately toward on that horse
while feeding on new apples,
straddling the arm
of a patient tree.
an architecture to my life
in those years then
let this
be the geometry of it –
Right-angled branch
of the apple tree
which I made into a horse,
saddled it
with my childhood longings,
the softened leather
of Mother’s old handbags
and the bedspread
with repeating scene of a farm
whose fences my
imaginary horse could jump
easily. Square back yard
within calling distance
of those who loved me,
who never let me too far
out of range. Circle
of what I would ride
desperately toward on that horse
while feeding on new apples,
straddling the arm
of a patient tree.
| Geometry (After a poem by Eavan Boland: “Limits 2") By Quinton Hallett |