Make Verdant Again The Hills Poem by Donal Mahoney

Make Verdant Again The Hills



She walks the rack of bright frocks
as her husband, an Angus aging,
paws at the carpet behind her.
She wants the right dress

to make verdant again the hills
that summers ago
brought her young bull
into her valleys.

Now he needs prodding
even to graze.
Now she no longer

has to rope off
what he used to rip up.
Now he causes no pain.

Thursday, February 5, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: marriage
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Aftab Alam Khursheed 06 February 2015

Now he causes no pain.

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Aftab Alam Khursheed 06 February 2015

Now he causes no pain.

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