Monday, November 7, 2022

Twigs and Trinkets by Laurie Kuntz

When you were a child,
every remnant of a stick,
a lost button, a flattened penny,
that random feather in the grass
was a gift from the fairy godmother,
who knew our every step, our planned journeys
to the market, movie, or park,
ball and bat in hand, this was magic,
not the disappearing kind, but the magic
of what can be rescued from under a tree,
in a sidewalk crack, or from a trinket
left on a wooden park bench.
Random gifts, fallen plum blossoms,
bestowed by wind and neglect,
then discovered like a shuffled card
from a deck of tricks,
leaving you in awe of all that is offered.



Laurie Kuntz's fifth poetry collection, Talking Me Off the Roof, is published by Kelsay Books. Her other poetry books are available from Finishing Line Press, Texas Review Press, and Amazon. She has been nominated for two Pushcart Prizes and a Best of the Net Prize. Visit her at: https://lauriekuntz.myportfolio.com/

3 comments:

  1. Oh, a poem that takes my breath away! Again, Laurie Kuntz has caught the beautiful details of a moment of motherhood so universal that even the child-free can celebrate.

    ReplyDelete
  2. A beautiful poem about mothers and children!

    ReplyDelete