It's Still Life

BODY MEMORY

I.
We sat crosslegged, our fingers
strolling through the lawn,
searching out four leaf clover.

II.
The chill from grass climbed
up our legs – summer’s lean
as cotton shorts and skirts.

III.
I turned my back to the sun,
but in truth all I wanted was
to hold its long gaze on me.

IV.
Lemonade, sharp as the sun,
fit for an old fashioned thirst,
cold as ice and snowdrifts.

V.
That autumn a black dog named
Ought Not tore a chunk out of
my thigh. It’s an odd looking scar.

PoeticForm: a Cadralor. Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 13: body memory. Photo by Jason Mitrione on Unsplash. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday on Twitter