I remember her
in the kitchen;
scarlet print dress
white eyelet apron
her waist.

Pear shaped;
in stature
and temper
a mean drunk
or a
sainted martyr.

Dark onyx eyes
changing moods:
warm mocha,
flaming fire flash,
gypsy barter glance,
glitter dance;
rarely at

I wrote this from Donna’s Heritage prompt where she asks us to write about a grandparent.  Instead of exploring her heritage, I ended up painting her portrait instead.  Funny how poems have a mind of their own sometimes.


9 thoughts on “Grammie

  1. I have this image of the watching eyes wanting to be the sorcerer’s apprentice. Lovely images, I hope that this character is real. If not, you definitely brought her to life.

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