Amputated Moon

Feb 22

Category: My Poetry

blue as my grandfather’s eyes

which are mirrored in my mother’s

and mirrored in mine

passed down the generations

like precious gems

maybe sapphire mixed with aquamarine

but somehow more gray

with flecks of darkness

scattered across

blue as the fjords

that my ancestors

traveled across

on a cloudy day

that threatens

snow

now the blue

has stopped its journey

remaining only in my eyes

blue as my grandfather’s

blue as my mother’s

blue

Pamela Olson, 2/22/08

This poem was written in response to a prompt at Word Catalyst Writers.

4 comments

4 Comments so far

Shirley February 22nd, 2008 6:00 pm

Hi Pam, This is a beautiful tribute and a very nice connection to your family ties.I intend to read more of your work…glad I found you!
Noah February 22nd, 2008 8:32 pm

It’s strange how such stuff can contain stories we can write without previously thinking of it beforehand.

I wonder how many traits I share with my parents. I hope not too many.
JO February 23rd, 2008 7:57 am

A wonderful tribute. I thought about writing mine about eyes, but I couldn’t do it right. You’ve done so well with the concept.
Sara February 23rd, 2008 5:35 pm

The last stanza is really memorable. It lingers. And the pictures makes the whole poem so much more dramatic.