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Hushaby Street

April 25, 2016 1 Comment

 

Curandera

Curandera

She slipped in through the open window, the Rock-a-By Lady from Hushaby Street

Her curls were tangled around her face, her countenance was calm, quiet, and sweet

Her work revolved around the delivery of deep dreams to answer life’s questions

She drew vivid images, symbols within ancient stories containing characters I must meet

Her home is with the Mother Moon, a place where fairies dance, sing, hide, and play

Dream flowers, colored fountains of jasmine scented liquid fill the air with a spray

Intoxicating transforming bolts of light shine out from behind dream boats at the dock

This harbor is a shelter in the storm, granting time to the mariner who may have gone astray

NaPoWriMo2016

NaPoWriMo2016

This poem is built around a line I found in another poem, The Rock-A-By Lady, by Eugene Field.  In Mr Field’s poem she is covered head to toe in poppies, each of which brings a fleet and tiny dream to her patrons.  I like that image very much. Find poems you like this month at #NaPoWriMo where you can find other poets who used this same prompt to write today.

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