Monday, December 27, 2010
poetry snapshots: mavis gulliver
Time passed and I forgot
the envelope labelled in your precise hand,
‘Welsh Poppy seeds from my garden…for yours.’
Forgot the fine dust filtering through my fingers,
settling on stubborn soil.
Three years on, the ache of your death
has dulled…a little.
I have learned to speak of you without weeping.
Now you are back, you…and your poppies.
Pendulous buds expanding, shaking out their creases,
opening bright as suns,
spilling yellow petals
published in Envoi, Issue 146, 2007
Mavis says: I came to poetry relatively late in life and have Joanna to thank for her excellent constructive criticism on the OCA Course in 2006. I write mainly about nature, landscape, islands, family and memories - linking the different aspects together wherever possible.
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