suxanne popp Poems
- Color Critic Why does it bother me That the juice of the ...
- Coreopsis Rules The Hill The coreopsis and the catonia ...
- Seventy Times Seven I closed the door. But here you ...
- Commuted Sentence After the asking is ended Before reason ...
- My Polite Goat A discrete brown wrapper Encases my goat No ...
- Today's Cliches How do we mourn, celebrate, bereate, ...
- Fall Fire In my field, I built a fire today Dried alder ...
Suxanne is an artist and a writer living in Enumclaw, Washington, USA, where she raises Tennessee walking horses.
She is Director of VillageSteps.org, a non-profit charity for the education of orphans and vulnerable children in Africa. more »
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Why does it bother me
That the juice of the plum
At the heart of the poem
Should not be maroon?
Did I not feel the heartbeat
Of a mother birthng her loss?
As the fledging left her hand
Jar shattering, ripe womanhood
What was that color then?
We all know it. Saffron? No.
Fuchsia? Close. Not pink, nor purple,
And, definitely, not maroon.
By concentrating on the hue
I escape the pain
Of my vermillion loss.