Geraldine Connolly


Blue Bridge - Poem by Geraldine Connolly

Praise the good-tempered summer
and the red cardinal
that jumps
like a hot coal off the track.
Praise the heavy leaves,
heroines of green, frosted
with silver. Praise the litter
of torn paper, mulch
and sticks, the spiny holly,
its scarlet land mines.

Praise the black snake that whips
and shudders its way across my path
and the lane where grandmother
and grandfather walked, arms
around each other's waists
next to such a river, below
a blue bridge about to be
crossed by a train.

In the last gasp
of August, they erase the time
it might be now, whispering
into the darkness that passed,
blue plumes of smoke and cicada,
eager and doomed.


Submitted by Nola Garrett


Comments about Blue Bridge by Geraldine Connolly

  • Rookie - 0 Points Dawn Fuzan (5/13/2014 5:43:00 PM)

    Geraldine This is a good poem, keep it up (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 32 Points Erhard Hans Josef Lang (5/3/2008 4:05:00 AM)

    I like this poem. It may a good source of solace to some one who had been betrayed or cheated by someone formerly trusted, as an example. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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