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Join Date: Nov 2007
Location: USA
Posts: 5,171
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Revised! Poem: "Sister"
Sister,
remember that dark sticky night we caught the fireflies in Mason jars with rusty, punched lids? Our hair was wet from sweat and our hands red from writing with sticks; black from the tire swing Daddy had promised to hang on the warped oak tree. One day, he said. One day. It was there, remember, where the white fairies bid their farewells to the moonless sky. Momma's screams finally stopped, and the glass door shattered. The red and the black and the blue all came together like painted motor oil which never dries. It was that night we had forgotten. The fireflies we caught, trapped in a glass world, died. |
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Join Date: Dec 2010
Location: northeastern US
Posts: 169
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In today's paper is the story of a murder-suicide, husband beat wife to death with a hammer, then killed himself. Two children in the house at the time. That is what this poem made me think of. It is beautiful, but the part about the mother's screams...that makes it all come together. I would like to know what the poet's inspiration was as well.
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