Martha J. Eshelman

Rookie (Washington State, USA)

I'Ll Be No Youthful Angel - Poem by Martha J. Eshelman

Angels sit on pins
and flap white wings
without an eyeblink
of passing time.

Angels walk barefoot
through satin mud
and emerge with clean
lily-odored feet.

Angels wear silk robes
with gold and amber crewel
with no sweat guards
or basement laundry.

I'm old, gilded with sweat,
perfumed in garlic and grease,
sprawled on a clump of sheets,
more alive than any angel.

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Comments about I'Ll Be No Youthful Angel by Martha J. Eshelman

  • Rookie ***** ********* (2/11/2006 6:22:00 PM)

    Nice interpretation of what angels do Martha! Oh if it were true! ! ! lol 10 from flutter by Tai (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 11, 2006

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