I Imagined You a Book

Dear Margaret,

you are lace

and words.

Your delicate tatting

graces your sleeves

while your poetry

stirs my heart.

I imagine you a book

with turned down pages,

a soul breathing through

an alphabet into my spirit.

The last time I saw you

I held your face to memorize

its perfection with my fingertips.

Margaret, I pray you will soon return.

Your verses bleed across my skin

leaving my flesh a written tablet.

Today is not soon enough

and tomorrow is an eternity.

I will stand guard at my mailbox

waiting for your post to tell me

you will return once again.

With love,

Oron

  

©Susie Clevenger 2012

At today's Poet's United's Thursday Think Tank the prompt was timeworn featuring the beautiful  vintage art of  Vicki Sheehan. Because of its antiquity it had me thinking of another era and my poem was written with that voice in mind. Please stop by and read Ella's interview with Vicki and visit her blog page to see more of her lovely work.