Rhonda C Poynter’s poem Lighting a Candle for My Father on the Anniversary of His Death appeared here in August 2012.
Stillborn
By Rhonda C Poynter
Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light
–Theodore Roethke
Beneath a cradle of flower pollen,
You are a sailor or a
Farmer, or a
Welsh miner with the sunlight at
Your head and in your
Hands.
Beneath a cradle of flower pollen,
You are a calm
River, stars along your
Small knee:
We bend to that light.
Someday,
Our long bones, too, will
Bloom speedwell, bluebells, roses.
This poem made me cover my heart with my hand and read a second time. Lyrical. Lovely use of language and images.
Lovely verse of hope.