Saturday, April 11, 2015

A Prose Poem by Jeanne Bartlett


                                     Heart Strings 

Took in the empty hummingbird feeder: strings tied to the little body beating it's way across the ocean; passed a truck pulling a wood splitter: strings tied to the man who spends his Sunday stacking wood for his parents; raked up leaves: strings tied to gleaming summer green; cut off heads in the garden: strings tied to the butterfly who fed there; hacked and cooked up a pumpkin: strings tied to the candlelit eyes and mouth of Halloween; soup simmered on the stove: strings tied to the scent of curry combined in the East; he bends to sweep up wood chips around the stove: strings tightened around my heart.
                                                                                       Jeanloretta  November 2014