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| Margaret Ellis Hill's collection of poems, "Close Company", reflects her life through powerful word images. Her tribute to her Mother in the chapter "Three Days" chronicles life and the end of life, not only for her Mother, but for any reader who has experienced the loss of a loved one. "Close Company" sheds light on the gentler nature of this talented author, her appreciation for the things learned at her Mother's knee, and also though her Father, husband and children. Margaret's appreciation for life is found in her very well tended garden of verse. "Close Company" is sure to delight the reader with its warmth, wit and wisdom. --Bonita C. Sutterby Editor |
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| THE GATHERING She cannot speak; a stroke took her words of redwoods and the sea, feeding sparrows in late autumn, the first bloom of roses in spring, wonder of winter storms and rainbows, her pride in sons and daughter and theirs-- and theirs. We gather. She writes runes of love in our hands, watching us from cloudy blue space. We rub her feet, kiss wrinkled cheeks, smooth beautiful gray hair, whisper our love; she soothes our minds with quiet smiles. We place the favorite pink quilt over her legs; she knows the comfort and quality we mean. It’s her turn for a safe journey-- this one to awaken from a different sleep into a topography of new life. There is a bridge from a geography of silence into our minds and hearts. We will hear her words in memories’ realm. Margaret Ellis Hill Copyright (c) 2003 All Rights Reserved |
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| THE DANCING DRESS Looking out the window as dawn comes up like steam from hot coffee, I watch long willow branches wave in morning light. Reminds me of gramma’s favorite dancing dress. I found it years ago tissued in her cedar chest. She takes me by the hand--- we sit on black velvet, a carpet fringed with stars, waiting for moon rise and I listen to stories-- how the long fringe waved like willow branches as she danced, beguiling all the men, and grandpa, And the moon high on the sky ceiling, became a mirrored ball, lighting up her face, and I watched her dance to the music. My coffee is cold. I smile watching the breeze play music through the willows and I dance in her dress and sway with the fringe. 28 September 2001 Copyright (c) 2001 Margaret Ellis Hill Third place winner Fusion Poetry Contest 2001 |
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| Author |
| Margaret "Peg" Ellis Hill |
| Copyright (c) 1999-2010 PoetWorks Press, LLC |
| ISBN 1-930293-37-2 |
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