A hardback book I hold
it is tattered and old
a wine glass on the cover
amid strewn sunflowers.
A heroine, she’s knitting
eating a block of cheddar cheese
dreams of going into space
but cannot part pavement’s home base.
Steel nails pin her dress, you see
uncomfortably to an old oak tree
and by the wine, a satchel
with astronaut apparel
which shall not ever travel.
– Sandra Johnson, June 25, 2022
I like the concrete imagery in your poem and the repetition of the motifs throughout each stanza. Great poem!
Thanks Abena – I appreciate your comments. I’ll comment on yours and more if you’ll do more of mine.
Hi Sandi, absolutely, your poetry is a treat to read!
Thanks – it’s a treat to write too! Glad you enjoyed it.