Though my heart feels like
it’s sitting on an iceberg
and fears the measle-pox
still it stalks the sunshine
like a hungry mama bear
circles a cottage
seeking food for her brood
like a bride
bedecked in bows and lace
while guests fill her purse
with coins of hope
or like a lioness stroking her young
with proper leonine pride
my heart caresses dreams
of a robust spring
I wrote this poem as an assignment for my poetry group. It was a fun exercise requiring us to read a piece written by another poet, choose some of the imagery, and reuse it in a poem our own. I chose the magnificent "When Death Comes" by Mary Oliver. The images borrowed from her poem are in bold.
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