Monday, 2 December 2024

One Poem by Deborah Sage

 





Indelible Mark 

 

What did a farm-field know of us 

That we knew not of ourselves? 

 

Across a weather-carved hillside where I once 

Unearthed a geode whose 

Shining crystal heart mirrored my own, 

We walked, marking the late summer landscape, 

Imprinting place and time with the 

Transitory innocence of bare feet and  

Unschooled affection. 

 

Blackberry brambles along the path snagging 

Sun-browned legs, drawing blood as 

We climbed steadfastly  

Upward, following the packed dirt 

Path to an ancient cemetery, as much 

Childhood’s claimed terrain as  

Our moss-covered hideaway and  

Sanctuary of the stone-cool springhouse. 

 

Passing the algae-choked pond where   

Our grandfather fished and caught turtles, for 

Soup, and frogs, relishing the delicacy of their 

Chicken-flavoured legs, 

Our every step committing, 

Memory to place.






Deborah Sage is a native of Kentucky, USA. She has most recently been published in Eternal Haunted Summer, Literary LEO, Fairy Tale Magazine, From the Farther Trees, the 2022 Dwarf Stars Anthology , Amethyst Press All Shall Be Well anthology for Julian of Norwich and Eye to the Telescope.

 

1 comment:

  1. Deborah’s work is exceptional. Images flow from her poetry and are relatable to the reader.

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