Saturday, September 23, 2017

At the beach with Maggie and Milly and Molly and May

At the Beach
One of my favorite poems comes from e.e. cummings and as I started to play with some beach images today, that poem came to mind and claimed the image for its own.
maggie and milly and molly and may 
went down to the beach(to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang 
so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles,and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing 
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

may came home with a smooth round stone 
as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose(like a you or a me) 
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea

1 comment:

  1. Lovely, my quilter group of 5 are going to Cayugos the end of the Oct. Month. Right on the Ocean.. that poem and your piece make me want to leave now.. First Trails. Almost ready...