Middle Earth Sings

Listen, children, listen —
we had only one little room
and our mother’s poem.

Sky songs, sea songs —
we memorized wide awake
and recited in our sleep.

Spaces grew so cold —
we climbed the bell tower
and talked for a time.

Then, remembering —
we tossed tiny blue stones
and flew up in the air.

. . . . .

Poet: Susan Powers Bourne
Source: Women.Poets.Nebraska
Process: Augmented cento