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She still remembers

his deep embrace    

in the open entryway

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and the salty taste of urgency

on the tongue

of an April day

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and their offering

to the gods

as it hung in the sun to dry

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to fluff and fold,

but tenderly —

in the wrinkles of goodbye.    

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(c) 2019  Betty Hayes Albright

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Kiln

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drawing3 1965

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Broken words

soak in the cold brine

of memory,

soften in our hands

like cinnamon clay.

Let us carve new curves

fit for the touching,

ready for the fire.

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© 1993, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright 

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(Pencil drawing from 1965.)

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How brief

the sweep of fire

you hurled across my sea —

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how brave the flash

that seared our night

to light the harbored diamonds

in my soul.

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How high

on my horizon

you rode the wild arc —

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how deep

inside my breast

you came to rest.

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(c) 1994, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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A re-post from 2011, revised.

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Skipping Stones cover

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“Skipping Stones” is now available on Amazon.com,  (https://tinyurl.com/yccscdzk)  and Barnes & Noble!  

Many thanks to Thomas and Ethel Davis at Four Windows Press, and to Lauren Scott and Candice Daquin for their cover reviews. 

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He steams her edges

and, like stamps

on a postcard

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she curls in the heat

falling free from the corner

of mythology

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to be saved

by the fire

in his hands.

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(c) 1993, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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(a re-post, revised)

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Skipping Stones cover

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I’m very excited to announce that my poetry book, “Skipping Stones”, will be available on Amazon later this month!  It’s being published by “Four Windows Press”.

“Skipping Stones” has four sections, and it includes the Maeberrie fantasy, which some of you are familiar with. (My two characters now have names!)

The photo for the cover was taken by my son, Jason.

I’ll keep you posted when the book is released.

Thank you very much to my readers, and to Four Windows Press, for your support through the years. ❤

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If you were an ivy vine

would you spread

across the foothills,

wind your way

through sharp pitched mountains

curling ’round

the fallen log

where it bridges the muddy slough?

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Would you wend your way

around deep lakes and

through the tangled valleys

to the stand of trees

where you’d remember me?

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And would you wrap

around my trunk and

spiral through my branches

as you followed every curve

to the top

where we both

could touch the sky?

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And at noon

when you felt

the warm lips

of the sun

upon your leaves

would you sink

your comely roots

into my bark?

I think you’d grow on me.

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(c) 2013, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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(a re-post from 2013)

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