VOWELS WITH MEGAN
A shaft of orange light, unexpected before the end of a long gray day
Eel black, luminescent through the thick green river
I am winter-pale peach, being, thatched with white and black
O luminous apple-green: Mutsu, Greening, unripe Mac
YoU are fresh and blue, tinged with the scent of summer clover
And Y is it sometimes silver, sometimes jade, flickering just on the edge of visible light?
A few years ago, I was mentor for a high school student working on poetry. We did assignments together. Here is my poem about the vowels.
Mary F. C. Pratt, Dec. 12, 2006
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