The Airing
The house is half re-builtas she dries her garments along the porticopreferring the sun's flame to the hearth.Her cambric gown hangs at the end.Its lacings untied, the intimate scent of last night...
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"Whatever shadowthe glass and pewter caughtflirting in that white dress --has diminished to a wifesorting through her wash."the female psyche revealed!!and the ending, Wendy, Wow! It caught me...
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This is another wonderfully vivid snapshot of this lady Wendy and we get a glimpse of her life. Yes the poor robin leaves me feeling that there is sadness here too. Not everything is perfect.
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A great sense of intrigue here Wendy.... an erring wife washing away her indiscretions I think, and the remains of the tiny robin 'marring' the cleansed fabric. Even if my interpretation is way off I...
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"Whatever shadow the glass and pewter caught flirting in that white dress -- has diminished to a wife sorting through her wash." Wonderful! And love the line re last night's scent having flown. Fine,...
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Wendy, Some of the finest musical instruments are made of boxwood, and here I could almost hear the hidden music, especially in the line "sprig upon sprig" - this hope of music, of the lover's return,...
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Wendy, mysterious, intriguing and very fine written poem. I love the mystique of your words, leaving the reader wonder who her lover might have been. Francina
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Hi SarahSo glad you liked this one. And yes, "the female psyche", that is such a vulnerable and complicated thing, character, spirit. I deeply appreciate your enthusiasm toward this piece and am so...
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