We send a letter to
The River Merchants wife
The paper is heavy
The ink swirling
Alice frowns in concentration
We dislike making mistakes
It feels like hurt
A pain and a sorrowful tear
In the letter we tell her
How we climbed the walls
How we scuffed our knees
And skinned our fingers
When we got to the river
We hoped to meet her
But she never knows
When we are there
We sink our feet into the spongy moss
It feels like a balm
Soothing and cold
We gather leaves and
Wipe our dusty fingers
As the river gently flows
I weave flowers into her hair
Just like the ink falling into
Patterns on the paper
How should we end
She asks
Kind Regards
Or love
I do not know the answer
How does one address
The River Merchants wife.
I love the whole idea of the River Merchant's wife.......I can feel the sponginess of the moss underfoot. This is a wonderful poem, Jae.
ReplyDeleteYes, this is amost delightful poem Jae. How easy it was imagining the scene. It reminded me of the way cordinary common people used to have to be especially repectful to certain members of estate owners and businesses in Britain many years ago when I was very much younger.
ReplyDeleteKindly and respectfully, I think. 'Love' might be too much; maybe 'With warm regards'? It's a pity you never got to meet her, but at least a letter may comfort her in her loneliness, if her husband still has not returned.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful. I love the visuals you've written into it.
ReplyDeleteLovely. 'I weave flowers into her hair
ReplyDeleteJust like the ink falling into
Patterns on the paper ' .Appreciable indeed.