Asparagus Fern

If I could sketch

an image of four women would suffice.

You would see their hair,

black and dark and brown and blonde shining in the lights

of a bar where noodles come with noodles.

In the center there would stand

a casket of endgame beans

Disappearing

With dips and snaps and dips and squeezes

backtracking stories that wind and swirl and peak and ravel.

Catching up, filling in, listening up and laughing out.

If I could sketch you would see smile lines and glassy eyes, wide hugs wrapping you warm and best wishes wished and wished and wished and wished.

But my artistic talent long ago described

as a ‘ student who will always be happy’

can only ask you to imagine

a Christmas mantle, battery operated lights twinkling white through the lace of an Asparagus Fern

growing since that Christmas night

until

those four friends reunite.

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2 thoughts on “Asparagus Fern

  1. Hi Deirdre, I jusst read your beautiful poem. Your artistic talent may not be in sketching, but you certainly have loads of talent to sketch with words! I have a lovely picture of that gathering you’re describing. How are you all since? I’m still in bed trying to get over this terrible flu. Talk to you soon. Happy new year! Margaret 😀

    On 4 Jan 2018 17:51, “A Thousand Days and Nights in…” wrote:

    > athousanddaysandnights posted: “If I could sketch an image of four women > would suffice. You would see their hair, black and dark and brown and > blonde shining in the lights of a bar where noodles come with noodles. In > the center there would stand a casket of endgame beans Disappea” >

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