St. Brigid, Patron Saint of Poetry, February 2nd

I missed it, but I still care. In honor of St. Brigid and poetry,

I submit two of my own:


Lace hands
Betray
A woman’s
Age.

Silky,
Graceful,
Welcoming
Hands


Display
Affection
And
Sage.

Written Thursday, October 9, 2008, 7:43 PM
© 2008 Elizabeth Martin


You discover who
Your true friends
Are
In the worst of times.

Those who were there
For the
Fun,
Are not there
For the
Long
Run.

It’s a lesson
Learned,

If you really
Discerned

The qualities
Of people
You once
Held dear,

And if your
Love
Was truly
Earned.

Realized

Now,
That they’re
Not
Here.

Written 10/17/08, 12:15 P.M.
© 2008 Elizabeth Martin