Annmarie Lockhart, editor of vox poetica, has been reading and writing poetry since she could read and write. A lifelong Bergen County resident, she lives two miles from the hospital
where she was born.
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Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone, Friends of a Feather
Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone
Friends of a Feather
By Clarissa McFairy
When my bones are old and creaking
like door hinges in haunted rooms
And my laugh is crisp and crackly
like autumn leaves underfoot
And winter goes ice skating
on my marbly shoulder blades,
I shall have a feather boa of friends
to keep me warm
Clarissa's most recent poem to appear at vox poetica was Words of Delirium, published in September as part of Contributor Series 6: A Currency of Words.
12/22/2010 7:00 AM
Christine Tapson wrote:
I really enjoyed all the visuals created by your clever choice of words, and can just imagine how old age needn't be lonely at all! Reply to this
12/23/2010 2:16 AM
mildred speidel wrote:
This poem brought comfort for my own aging bones! Hope that I too, shall have that lovely boa of feathers, caress my shoulder blades, while father time skates! Shame on him!! Great Clarissa. Reply to this
I shall have a feather boa of friends
to keep me warm. That's a lovely line.
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Love this.
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great imagery in this one. "my marbly shoulder blades": striking.
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Lovely imagery, Clarissa.
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I really enjoyed all the visuals created by your clever choice of words, and can just imagine how old age needn't be lonely at all!
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This poem brought comfort for my own aging bones! Hope that I too, shall have that lovely boa of feathers, caress my shoulder blades, while father time skates! Shame on him!! Great Clarissa.
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