Consolation for Tamar -- A.E. Stallings

[aimlesswanderer.livejournal.com]

Consolation for Tamar

(on the occasion of her breaking an ancient pot)

by A.E. Stallings

You know I am no archeologist, Tamar,
And that to me it is all one dust or another.
Still, it must mean something to survive the weather
Of the Ages-earthquake, flood, and war-

Only to shatter in your very hands.
Perhaps it was gravity, or maybe fated-
Although I wonder if it had not waited
Those years in drawers, aeons in distant lands,

And in your fingers' music, just a little
Was emboldened by your blood, and so forgot
That it was not a rosebud, but a pot,
And, trying to unfold for you, was brittle

Comments

[eranim.livejournal.com]

That's really precious.

[rymenhild.livejournal.com]

Oh, I like this one very much indeed.

[mary-br.livejournal.com]

So sweet <3

[coqdorysme.livejournal.com]

Fantastic view of things :)

[o-glorianna.livejournal.com]

Huh. I quite like this.

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

and so forgot
That it was not a rosebud, but a pot,
And, trying to unfold for you, was brittle

I love the last verse, but especially those lines. :D