Grandmother’s Collection–dVerse Quadrille Monday


Photo: Victoria Slotto

Grandmother’s Collection

I gather feathers—memories
of color, flight, texture and joy,
she said

and flowers pressed within
the pages of a heavy tome.

Close to my breast—the loves
of countless years. Thus,

within these twisting rivers, blue,
upon my gnarly hands,
I gather hope.

A quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, excluding the title. This week Lillian at dVerse asks us to use the word GATHER in our offering. You are invited to join in, read and share a poem at dVerse Haibun Monday

15 thoughts on “Grandmother’s Collection–dVerse Quadrille Monday

  1. Grace says:

    Beautiful ending – I gather hope, Victoria ~

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  2. Mish says:

    Gorgeous!! My favourite part of this tender tribute….”memories of color, flight, texture and joy”

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  3. Lovely. Gathering hope must be one of the most worthwhile occupations.

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  4. I love the gathering of feathers for their joyful memories and the way the voice of your mother shines through this poem. A beautiful write Victoria 💖 xxx

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  5. I like to read poetry then ends with hope. Lovely

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  6. I love this idea, Victoria. My grandmother showed me how to press flowers between the pages of a book.

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  7. I do love all the collections… but that final stanza on her hands and gathering of hope… really good.

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  8. jillys2016 says:

    Haunting and beautiful collection of words that you have gathered together!

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  9. rothpoetry says:

    There is something very special about out collections… especially when they link us to the past. Love your poem.
    dwight

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  10. lillian says:

    Victoria, this is beautiful. The pressed flowers and then her beautiful hands – even though the word “gnarly” is there, describing them as twisting blue rivers brings that natural beauty. I really enjoyed this one!

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  11. Singledust says:

    simply beautiful Victoria, gathering hope and feathers, reads like an Emily Dickinson verse

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  12. lynn__ says:

    The twisting rivers blue, upon my gnarly hands…love your description and the gathering of hope!

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  13. we always have hope 🙂

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  14. whimsygizmo says:

    Oh, I love this, Victoria. My great-grandmother had flowers pressed between the pages of so many of her books. This takes me back. Thank you.

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  15. Frank Hubeny says:

    Nice phrase: “Close to my breast—the loves
    of countless years.”

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