Poem no.21: This Page<\/p>\n
No boundaries mark this open page.
\nYet on the broad-horizoned land,
\nFields, mended hedges, broken walls
\nMark exactly where I may not go. <\/p>\n
A page \u2013 this page \u2013 is open to the sky. <\/p>\n
Times past, on snowy winter days
\nThree small girls
\nSlid, shrieking, down a frosted hill.
\nBoundaries were a whispered dare.
\nA looming thrill.
\nOnly a final curve \u2013 a tipping point
\nMoments before disaster\u2013
\nDrove us deep into the snow
\nNot pinioned on leafless briars
\nBehind the cold barbed wire. <\/p>\n
We raced through crop-filled summer fields,
\nPicked raspberries and blackberries,
\nSweetening our lips and nights
\nTasting summer and autumn on our tongue. <\/p>\n
Only in adolescence
\nDid we then find ourselves
\nDrawn to the edge of things;
\nMoving towards the boundaries of the day. <\/p>\n
Hold the book. Open the page.
\nThis page \u2013 this page \u2013 is open to the sky.<\/p>\n
\u00a9 Anne McMaster 2016<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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