For We Write Poems poetry prompt: Story Verse
For The Sunday Whirl poetry prompt: Wordle 110
Before Breaking Silence
Her fertile mind seemed to yield memories
in layers. The young reporter’s questions
were like a beam of moonlight dancing
across the ripples of time, sometimes
advancing, then shifting away.
She needed an anchor, something
disconnected from this current range
of thoughts and feelings. But the closer
she got to the time of their meeting,
the more unsettled she became.
Recalled the soft little melody that Mary Beth
had created and often hummed while sewing
that scarlet red dress. It was Anastasia who
had written a few lyrics to match her sister’s
music, and now realized, after all these years
of secrets and silence, she was actually
singing them aloud:
These threads made of deep red, some of scarlet,
speak of love in a heart wanting only to give.
Each stitch that is fashioned holds
a promise of passion to be renewed
each day that I live.
But Mary Beth hadn’t lived,
and that might be where she had to finally begin
telling her, as yet, untold story.
Elizabeth Crawford 5/26/13