Remembering Tangren

A small collection of memories of the Southern Oregon Woman Writer's Group, Gourmet Eating Society and Chorus

 

blessing Brigid's waters

come …

ye young nymphs

and sage women too

come …

catch the mystery

of Brigid's sacred pool

Wednesday morn

Blood tears from a still chill sky ooze down
settling round my feet
shriveling in the grim morning sun
aching for a reprieve

the willow
bereft of even a scant scarf for her frozen limbs
holds her head high
and cries

In Denny's parking lot en route to winter solstice(with sincere apologies to Gertrude Stein)

by MaryAnn Shank

and if and when
and if and but
but now
and then
forever when

if you were she
and i were thee