A Book in Summer: A Short Pantoum

Green

A breeze turns the pages. Beneath my hand
the periwinkle drips from the bluebells
and in between my toes. The green pushes up,
stretching for the sun. Who can no longer spare warmth?

The periwinkle drips from the bluebells.
A breeze turns the pages beneath my hand.
Stretching for the sun who can no longer spare warmth.
And in between my toes, the green pushes up.

 

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Photograph by Caroline Sada

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Noelle Currie

I have been writing short fiction and poetry for ten years. I recently completed the second of two novels that are currently unpublished. I was the winner of The Book Doctor’s Pitchapalooza in 2013 and recipient of the Gold Medal in poetry in the Tunxis Academic and Art Challenge in 2009. I submit poetry and short fiction pieces to the creative writing website ImageCurve.com weekly. I graduated from the University of Connecticut in 2013 with a degree in vocal performance. My second love is singing opera.

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