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she was beauty ripe
in a place where
life has teeth
and apples
are hard to come by

she was
the siren
in the salty song
of the lobsterman
and sunrise
on the tip of
an artist's brush

she was a slice
of time come of age
here, on Monhegan
until, without signal
she was gone
painted into myth
like the hermit of Manana

Rene ~ April 21,2013

For Magpie Tales

"Fools stand on their island of opportunities and look to another land. There is no other land, there is no other life but this."

- Henry David Thoreau

Image: Monhegan's Schoolteacher, Jamie Wyeth, 2004


  1. Golden Delicious is right - for the text and the image...

  2. Love the apple image, and the siren with salty song...

  3. Wow! "... a place where/life has teeth/and apples/are hard to come by" That's perfect.

  4. nice...particularly like that second stanza rene...the inspiration...and then from quickly gone...yet made immortal in the hands of the artist...smiles.

  5. It's always the school teachers who are leading secret lives, sitting naked in some window somewhere...

    1. After school detention set records the year she taught

  6. I think one of my favorite lines EVER is "where life has teeth and apples are hard to come by" . That is simply KILLER! Love this poem!

  7. Clever first stanza and the second stanza sings!

  8. She comes in many forms, all through the ages, that was the sense i got , reading this lilting verse, thanks Rene

  9. The first few lines are wonderfully written and the blending of the rest of the poem was brilliant! I love your writing style.

  10. I sense opportunity for true love slipping away in this poem.

  11. "and sunrise
    on the tip of
    an artist's brush"

    Marvelous. Nice rhythm and great images. I enjoyed every word.

  12. Is it okay to Pin the poem on Pinterest? I couldn't figure out how to share it on Facebook....
    It's lovely work

  13. Is it okay to pin the poem on Pinterest? It's lovely...


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