Mary Jane is the girl
who perches her five-year-old chin
on the windowsill
like a small bird in the sycamore tree.
She doesn’t speak
nor would she run across the street.
But she could blow a bubblegum bubble
as round as a dream and as loud as herself.
At tea parties where the floral girls
sit and giggle knee to knee
Mary Jane pours air into cups of brown leaves,
and when everybody goes to sleep
she draws portraits under her swan sheets
one of Lily who is pretty;
one of Anna who tells secrets;
one of Bernice who is as alone as herself.
Mary Jane is the girl
who puts her favorite bow on the bald moon
and lets a lost ladybug hide in her sleeves.
She doesn’t cry
nor would she go to the ball without her red shoes.
And she dances behind the summer reeds
until her sundress spreads out like wings,
and she believes the butterfly in the pond to be herself.
When the floral girls put on aprons
and shop for meat sauces instead of ribbons,
they wonder what has become of Mary Jane,
that small milk feather of a girl
who hopscotches barefoot on the lawn after the rain;
who never finds another bird in the sycamore tree;
who could blow a bubblegum bubble
as round as a dream and as loud as herself.
Loved this. 🙂
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Thank you for the instant response! =)
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My pleasure. 🙂
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Outstanding. You took us there with you, and we were glad we went along. Is there any better compliment?
Brent
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exactly brent ..I agree with you..
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When you activate our senses you activate the story… and we believe you. Excellent!
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Thank you!
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Brilliant poem.
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I often hope that there is a little bit of this lovely soul within all of us. I know of someone who is just like her.
Thank you for the beautiful poem.
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That’s what brought me to write this poem, the hope that there is still innocence in all of us. Thank you for your lovely comment.
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Amazing!
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Love it…leaves me wanting more
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Really beautiful! I love your play on phrases. Jx
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Thank you!
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What a fabulous poem! Simply magical!
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Thank you!
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A tale narrated by you, and we became part and partial of it. Beautiful.
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Thank you!
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Would you mind checking out my writings and stating your views.
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Just beautiful.
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I’m so completely in love with this. It played out in my head like a short film.
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Beautiful.
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This made me smile ☺
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Oh my gosh, this is extraordinary!! I especially love “milk feather”! Wonderful poetry here, and a gorgeous blog.
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Beautiful. I loved this.
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Such a gift to read. Your imaginary is so clear. I can easily see Mary Jane and sense her spirit. A stunning piece. Thank you.
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Thank you for reading!
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Definitely got me into thinking about lost but memorable friends in my own childhood. Very nice verse, Sandy.
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I’m glad! This kind of feedback is always my favourite! =)
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Very intuitive and intriguing. I think I would like to know “Mary Jane.” Hopefully, I do somehow.
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Thank you! I think every one of us has once befriended a girl like Mary Jane in our childhood, or maybe we were once that girl ourselves.
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I looove it!
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Delightful!
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Thanks for reading my poems!!
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As the mother of a Mary Jane, I greatly appreciated this lovely poem.
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Glad you liked it! =)
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It’s so visual, musical and colorful.
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Thank you!
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Love this poem, Sandy!
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Thanks =)
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That was exceptional. Beautiful too.
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Thank you!
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