Fall/Winter 2015-2016

Ann Wilson


On that summer’s day I was a tower of white roses
and even her tongue could not bruise me
on that day my mind was full of joy
and every place setting was an expression of thankfulness
on that summers day my eyes my wide open
my words flew from my mouth like butterflies to land on your chest
on that day I was an ocean wave and you were a pebble on a secluded beach
on that summers day everything was private but everything was on display to those we love
we were certain of the choices we made
on that day I was unbalanced but you were there to support me
and we sang and we danced and made a speech
on that summer’s day we became each other’s next of kin
on that day she wasn’t invited
and even her tongue could not bruise me
on that summer’s day I was a tower of white roses.

Ann Wilson lives in Kendal, Cumbria where she runs a spoken word night called Verbalise. She also writes theatre scripts and blogs for the MS society. Her website is www.annthepoet.com



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