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Toril Fisher Fine Art

Maidens of spring
sit on my windowsill
in mason jar memorials.

For every blossom I cut
another clings to its stem
as long as the sun allows.

Hello and goodbye commune
through the glass as peonies
defy the storming of seasons.

©Susie Clevenger 2018

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Comments

Anonymous said…
ohh, I really like the ending here - wow, I'm so wrapped up in the piece, but the ending just clinches it ... and I think the use of "communes" - wow, yeah, that is so perfect - I would have never thought of choosing such a word, but then, you're the poet!

(wandering off to muse on commune through the glass and all implications)....
July 13, 2018 at 7:18 PM
Kerry O'Connor said…
This has a lyrical quality and just the right dash of melancholy for the cut blooms dying quietly in the jar.
July 13, 2018 at 8:53 PM
Jim said…
I'm not much into peonies, we have a few this yesr, but I'm glad they bloom for the spring sunshine. The rabbits eat ours.
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July 13, 2018 at 9:51 PM
Rosemary Nissen-Wade said…
I'm glad someone did the flowers! I like the layers of meaning.
July 14, 2018 at 3:26 AM
Vivian Zems said…
I love this. The idea of the blossoms hanging on to their stems - as if for dear life- made me wonder about how we hold on to each other when one of our family passes on. Sigh 😔
July 14, 2018 at 8:02 AM
Ron. said…
Great work, SClev! Especially like "Maidens of Spring".

Mason Jars were just about the only "vase" my mother ever used.
July 14, 2018 at 9:38 AM
annell4 said…
Perhaps it is just life, blooming and dying. I enjoyed your write.
July 14, 2018 at 11:53 AM
Margaret said…
Lovely. I often ponder cut flowers - know I've shortened their lives. btw, Toril has done quite a few mason jar paintings this year - I remember my grandmother had quite a few for canning... They bring back "homey" feelings for me.
July 17, 2018 at 3:12 PM
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