Q13: Body Memory


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

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

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

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

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

10 responses to “Q13: Body Memory”

  1. I thought I left a comment here (yesterday) –
    Some of ‘us’ are having trouble with folks ending up in spam – even regulars…)

    Anyway… I knew somone who found four leaf clovers when they were pregnant and gave their daughter the middle name of Clover. 🙂

    I have a scar from when I walked a dog too big for me to handle… Mostly faded, but I know where it is.


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