Fierce broom

ellensymons Poem Apr 14, 2015Apr 14, 2015 1 Minute

Spring pulls back the rug
points at winter’s housekeeping
and wields a fierce broom.

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Published by ellensymons

Writing about the stories we tell ourselves. Always in transition from me to more me. Currently accepting all pronouns. View all posts by ellensymons

Published Apr 14, 2015Apr 14, 2015

Tokoni O. Uti says:

Apr 14, 2015 at 1:44 pm

Hahah! Cute poem 🙂

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1. ellensymons says:
  
  Apr 14, 2015 at 2:14 pm
  
  Thanks! 🙂
  
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Maryellen says:

Apr 14, 2015 at 3:56 pm

I can see Spring, in a cotton housedress like the ones my mother and grandmother wore when I was little, with her hair bound up in a bandanna and her broom firmly in her hand.

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ellensymons says:

Apr 14, 2015 at 6:50 pm

That was my image too, of your mother, I suppose, although I’m not sure I ever saw her dressed that way. Still, she’s in my head!

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