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Anna
by Shirin Swift
Where the forest dreams
She lays her head
Anna with the mountains
In her hair.
Where no one breathes
Anna dreams
Of forests dreaming
In her hair.
Where the river cries
She smiles instead
Anna with the wetland
In her eyes.
Wild dogs whisper
Through the shed,
Says Anna
Nodding into bed.
Anna, Anna
Whereve you fled?
The mermaid in the teacup
Said.
Anna tiptoes
Up the hills
Down the other side
She spills.
09/20/2007 Posted on 09/20/2007
Copyright © 2024 Shirin Swift
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 09/20/07 at 03:30 PM As songful and beautiful as could be said to a child to sleep and yet... the mystery goes beyond simple, intriguing and delighting. I love the scattering of rhyme, and the looseness of it --like long hair or a river flowing. And the line flow, and images that rise "like a wetland in her eyes". |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/17/08 at 01:46 PM this so captures one's attention, each refrain of Anna is the flash of the camera that the retina retains. |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 02/29/08 at 06:03 PM Sweet, beautiful, gentle... Anna. This is exquisite. |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 03/01/08 at 06:47 AM Well, all I can do is add this to my favorites... I am surprised I did not do that already! Exquisitely you, and yet different. One of your gifts is that of many voices (muti-phonic) but with the same sensitive lower depth. |
| Posted by Nadia Gilbert Kent on 03/16/08 at 09:22 PM A veritable portrait of Gaea herself. Very nice. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 06/26/11 at 06:02 AM This is lovely; after reading this it feels like I, too, know and adore Anna. |
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