I cannot…

bend the arrow of time undo the moments  that scarred me erase the faint lines  of motherhood tear out the silver tresses  of experience . I can… give you the wealth of my wisdom grow with you as time passes love you with a depth that my younger self never knew. . © M.G. Iannucci 2017 […]

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A Cold Shoulder

Down cocoon, pillow under her head, another against her back; cushioning against the harsh  touch of a bare shoulder  against cold plaster. . The release of hair from the night braid’s captivity, brings a small comfort, as it swings across her shoulder blades  – flicker of a cat’s tail, soft. . And the crows preen  the […]

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Paper Cuts

Pinned down with a tack To the old cork board Behind the door, Flapping in the breeze When it slams. . I cannot read my own handwriting, Scrawled on the light blue pinstriped Surface of my skin, With black and blue felt tipped pens. . Smudged and frayed, I am paper thin, With one small […]

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Loss

Hollow drum, No breath To stir the skin. . Photo: Honesty Plant Seed Pods

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Tides

A spring tide Drawn out and drying, Day is a blue illusion. . © M. G. Iannucci 2016 Photo by Paul Allison  

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Leafing Through Old Books

I tussled with a pile of leaves Yellowed as the pages Of old  books. . I wished to crawl beneath Their crumpled edges, Sliding with the silverfish, With the desire to read The places where Rain had smudged the ink. . The sound of droplets On open Maple palms, Whispering of stories untold. © M. […]

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Sunset Moon

  Trees stretch their delicate fingers skyward, Silhouettes backlit by the sunset’s vermillion lips, While Venus balances on the tip of a thumb. Your upturned face, a chiaroscuro painting In the starlit glow of the cobalt sky. While the moon throws shadows, Projecting the essence of you  In pastel negative relief, On the inner wall Of […]

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Sheered

Fuming confetti, Heron forced into the gyre, Bent on a wing. Wallflower, I gaze through glass, Unjudgeable distance, Sundering, concealing you, Fractured. © M. G. Iannucci 2016   Photo: Trees in Drifting Snow

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Ambiguity

A half-moon wink, Through bare branches, Swaying. I took hestitant steps On winter’s First layer of varnish, Pavement reflecting sky, Black and blue.  © M. G. Iannucci 2016 Photo: Frosted Glass

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Rain

  At my desk with the window opened. A gurgling brook is falling from the sky, Prattling on the roof. Mind flicking like the tail of a vexed squirrel. There had been two feet of snow last winter, The roof rake broke and I had to bear the weight alone. Memories chittering and scampering. A […]

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