Sally Plumb Plumb

Silver Star - 3,783 Points (23 9 1940 / Haverhill Suffolk England)

Squaw - Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb

My breasts carry the blue rivers
that nurse me with their blood,
my ears, the canyons of the winds.
I listen to their songs.
My eyes the storms of the sky
that cools me.....
but you, flower of the late sun,
warm me gently and bring
only lilies.


Topic(s) of this poem: sadness

Form: ABC

Comments about Squaw by Sally Plumb Plumb

  • (1/18/2016 5:56:00 PM)

    Metaphoric and veiled with intense imagery.This is as deep andpowerful as free verse can deliver-splendid (Report) Reply

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  • Anil Kumar Panda (12/28/2015 6:07:00 AM)

    Very nice. Each line is meaningful. Loved it. (Report) Reply

  • (11/11/2015 10:52:00 AM)

    Very nicely delivered poem with a touch of sadness for what has passed, but calm resignation for what is to come. A pleasure to read. (Report) Reply

  • Margaret O Driscoll (11/1/2015 8:55:00 AM)

    Beautiful lines, love this Sally (Report) Reply

  • Simone Inez Harriman (11/1/2015 3:01:00 AM)

    I love your poem Sally. So beautifully in tune with spirit. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 1, 2015

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