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Joy of Our Dawn

by Glenn Currier

Rain drops its glistening veil,

born of combat in clouds,

on a Cumbrian village

unaware of the injury
it is about to receive.
Three gentle souls
gone from its body

for a land to be home.

 

Next week when the villagers

rub the sleep from their eyes,

they will hardly notice

the gray light of Earth
dimmed by the dearth.

 

The river nearby

will not remember

the squishing of girls' toes

but the birds will hear

its decrescendoing flow.

 

An oceans' air will bear these three

beams of silver and gold
to bring warmth to our cold
and youth to our old.

We await the sight
of Joy and Lizzy Light

the sound of Scarlett wings
the taste of sparkle springs.

 

We can scarcely quiet
the sound of our hearts
singing joy of our dawn

and hope of new starts.

 

To England we bow
for our language and now

three spirits it sends

a family of friends.

12/06/2002

Author's Note: Some of you know Scarlett Garrett, better known as Mopput. She has shared her poetry here and on poesie.com. It was there that she met Garth Hill (Mindfeather). A relationship and then a romance blossomed and they knew they could not live apart. On December 11th Mopput and her two children, Joy and Lizzy, are moving from a village in Cumbria England to be with their new daddy and to form a new family here in Dallas, Texas. We who are here and have accompanied these beautiful people on this journey are overjoyed and await Garth's and Mopput's marriage. The poem above sprung from my feelings about this blessed event.

Posted on 12/06/2002
Copyright © 2024 Glenn Currier

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Anne Engelen on 12/06/02 at 05:13 PM

This is very hearttouching. Glad to see beauty like this still exists!

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/06/02 at 05:51 PM

Amazing how the Net brings people together in different ways. I indeed see some reflections of this in your poem, Glenn.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/07/02 at 11:00 AM

you are poet and friend, a happy meld wherein lies no distinction. mindfeather and mopput are fortunate to have such a poet and friend.

Posted by Ken Harnisch on 12/08/02 at 12:57 AM

ah, Jason Hench recalls both fondly..and sends his very best for their very best!

Posted by Kate Demeree on 12/08/02 at 01:00 AM

This makes me feel so very happy! I wish them all well, and know that they are blessed with the best of life with a friend such as you. Nice to see love blossom, and grow to fruition!

Posted by Betania Tesch on 12/08/02 at 07:42 PM

Ah, I think I may immigrate in the opposite direction, but not for love. I'm looking for adventures and faeries. Any clues on where to look?

Posted by Christina Bruno on 12/11/02 at 06:56 AM

such vivid imagery the first stanza was so so pretty

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