Clara

Clara's poem photo album 2 copy edited cropped

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3 Responses to Clara

  1. Leslie says:

    This is beautiful Sara. Thank you for sharing this.

  2. PoetHerbalist says:

    Clara
    We lie in the dark.
    I hear your voice and past
    recipes for rose-petal beads.

    Gather the petals
    after the dew dries,
    before the sun distills.

    In a pool of glycerine,
    on a marble slab,
    knead
    to a fine consistency.

    Form around pins.
    Fifty beads dry
    black with fragrance.

    Grandmother,
    what we have been.
    What we shall be.

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