Sunday, March 10, 2013

Line in a Book



















Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

“If a man knew what a woman never forgets,
he would love her differently.”

I’ve been reading books by candlelight.

One sentence has caused me to pause,
and to repeat throughout the night.
It has been following me during the day.
It’s there again when I strike the next match.

“If a man knew what a woman never forgets,
he would love her differently.”

I’m a woman who hasn’t forgotten.

Last night, as the chimes outside
my bedroom window danced and sang,

I asked:

“How’s a man to know,
if a woman never says?”

I’m a woman who hasn’t forgotten.

I’m a woman who hasn’t said
as much
as I remember.

And there it is:

The oath of silence that women took
when they stopped being birds.

I cried.

I want to be a bird again.


© 2013-2016/Jamie K. Reaser
From "Winter: Reflections by Snowlight"
Published by Hiraeth Press
www.hiraethpress.com

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