I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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8 April 2016

Sevenling (I seldom wear it)

I seldom wear it. It was spelled
to protect my mother, not me, and
keep her well and happy.

A gift for her: our magician friend
chose the metal, spoke the charm,
and left it the requisite time under the moon.

Ah well, they are both long dead now.













(On my arm, not hers.) Photo © Rosemary Nissen-Wade 2016. This photo is mine and should not be copied or used in any way without permission. 


At 'imaginary garden with real toads', for day 7 of poetry month, we are inspired by bracelets. And at dVerse, in Meeting the Bar, we are invited to write sevenlings, one of my favourite forms. So I combine the two.

20 comments:

  1. Delighted by this, Rosemary! :) I think I could use some "requisite time under the moon" myself. ;)

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  2. I love the story behind the bracelet.

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  3. What an interesting bracelet & history!

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  4. I love that last line. What a surprise ending, with its resigned finality!

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  5. Beautiful bracelet and thanks for sharing the story about it. Yes, that last line was a surprise. Thanks for writing and sharing in the garden!

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  6. The punchline is something I love. How it contrasts to the lyrical first 6 lines.

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  7. From sweet to bittersweet. An unexpected last fling. Powerful.

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  8. I love the story behind the bracelet here......cherished. Lyrical here......and then the last line is "terminal" -- stops me in my tracks. Well done.

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  9. Huge back story here methinks. :-)

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  10. I, too, love the story behind the treasured possession, Rosemary, though I've sensed some bits of sadness in your Sevenling. How such a thing can carry some important memories... I can only sigh. :)

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  11. That's an interesting family history Rosemary ~ Good one and this begs for a longer poem on that charm ~

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  12. No charm protects us forever...at least not on this world.

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  13. This is lovely! I too love the history behind the verse :D

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  14. I see you're on blogspot and not on wordpress, but can't find a tab or site that shows your artworks? Would love to see what you do. Petru

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    1. Oh bless you, thanks for looking. I have a few haiga at deviantart, where I am SnakyPoet, but that's not the same thing of course. In terms of painting, sketching etc. I regard myself as a mere hobbyist and beginner, so I don't make them public yet, and perhaps never will. And there aren't that many. If I'm pushed for time, poetry is always going to win over any other occupation.

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  15. Love the story and oh that a charm could protect us for ever...
    Anna :o]

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  16. I like how it's role changed from protective to memory keeper, even if it isn't worn.

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  17. ha! nothing we can about the spin around the sun... ~

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  18. Great story with a subtle, almost resigned twist at the end.

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