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January/February Poem

  • c.allison Devesly
  • Feb 8, 2023
  • 1 min read

Each line–etched on her face,

Carefully drawn

As if by an artist’s charcoal–

Each strand of hair greyed,

Woven through—

A herringbone pattern.

Her skin softened, loose,

translucent.

Relaying each trauma, each joy

Each tear and each laugh

That life had given her.




Chaque ligne gravée sur son visage,

Soigneusement dessiné

Comme au fusain d'un artiste -

Chaque mèche de cheveux grisonnant,

Tissé à travers—

Un motif à chevrons.

Sa peau adoucie, relâchée,

translucide.

Relayer chaque traumatisme, chaque joie

Chaque larme et chaque rire

Que la vie lui avait donné.

 
 
 

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