Her Name

A Poem By Hannah W. // 4/10/2012

Steady, her name
balanced its sword or spear or pole
to fight, or to throw, or to catch a fish
gleaming in the sun?
No one knows.

Strong stood the feet of her name;
her letters spilled and pooled and stayed
firm in serifs and type,
and curled at the edges like old paper chains
gilded golden with light.

Her name, teasing loops
of a soft-spun web or a knotted rope
cast to the water, wide-flung her net--
what sought she to catch within
those loosely woven threads?

Steady, her name
balanced its sword or spear or pole
to fight, or to throw, or to catch a fish?
Gleaming in the sun,
she knows.

Comments

I could read your stuff all

I could read your stuff all day.

Erin | Wed, 04/11/2012

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

^^^^^^^^^^

that is what I say!!!

Lucy Anne | Wed, 04/11/2012

"It is not the length of life, but the depth of life." Ralph Waldo Emerson

whoa...

That was really awesome.... I could see what you were describing in my head... so beautiful... I am trying to learn from your poetry how to improve mine!!!! Thank you! Master Hannah!

Elizabeth | Wed, 04/11/2012

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The Holy Spirit is the quiet guest of our soul." -St. Augustine

Beautiful, as always.

Beautiful, as always. The second stanza is definitely my favourite.

Tamerah | Fri, 04/13/2012

so cool.

This is awesome Hannah....it's so cool.

Bernadette | Sat, 04/14/2012

What they said.

I'm with Tamerah, as well.

Anna | Tue, 04/17/2012

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

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