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lizcommotion ([personal profile] untonuggan) wrote2012-08-23 09:20 am

Poem sponsored by the lovely jjhunter

[personal profile] jjhunter  has graciously requested that I share this with everyone, so here is her poem from the recent crowdfunding. (I went slightly over on line count, because the poem needed it.)

Across the Atlantic

To form the perfect castle using memory and sand:
a brisk day by the English seaside,
too rocky and cold to swim;
yellow bucket, salty water, fickle cloud;
a just-met cousin to help build the walls,
a teasing boy cousin to knock them down;

at last, a Kodak moment when all gather proudly
before gran and mum and aunties
to show the fine moat and walls they have built:
defenses against unknown invaders,
useless against the impending tide
and ravages of memory, time;
until one day a bright picture brings back the tang
of salt tears as the sea took the castle home.

by [personal profile] untonuggan 
sponsored by [personal profile] jjhunter donation's been sent
a poem on memory
and/or ID please!

jjhunter: Serene person of color with shaved head against abstract background half blue half brown (scientific sage)

okay to use gendered 'her' instead of neutral 'hir', by and by

[personal profile] jjhunter 2012-08-23 01:59 pm (UTC)(link)
The entire poem is lovely, but the last two lines hit me something powerful where my feelings lie. Loss & 'ravages' turn into homecoming, as if every part that goes away is going home to somewhere: lost, but also found.

I am well satisfied, and glad others will have a chance to delight in this piece too.
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[personal profile] alee_grrl 2012-08-23 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
This is gorgeous. The last two lines capture the feeling of nostalgia perfectly. That beautiful bittersweet knowing that no moment is ever the same and that it is gone almost as soon as it is built.