literature
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The 2019 Reading List
In this post, I spoke about my New Year’s Resolution: to read 30 classic novels—or at least attempt to read them—in order to work through my bookshelf. Collecting books is a beautiful thing, but that’s only half the fun; the magic is in reading them! I said I would post my reading list when it…
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In Grief
The day the grand piano was tuned, no one remained to play it. When the carpets were cleaned, not a soul walked the halls. The lonesome house was being scrubbed to make space for new life—but wasn’t ready to let go. One could feel in the air a note from a lullaby never finished; it…
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Around the Literary World in a Year
A new year always brings with it pressure to come up with a resolution. Though setting goals often feels like a trend, I don’t like ignoring a clean slate. I don’t plan to do anything mind-blowing this year, but I know where I hope to be when roaring 2020 comes in. Writing-wise, 2019 will see…
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l’automne
Your bookshelves are empty. Outside, the leaves fall. We’re waiting through The saddest autumn of all. Your piano is sleeping— Too great for my hands. Still, I will play ‘Til my heart understands. I took home your paper To sketch out your face, But you have a smile That art can’t replace. The trees out…
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Owlhearted
I am owlhearted. I sing and then I rest On the highest shelf, on which I made a cozy nest. I am owlhearted. I slumber in the day. Fairies will come out at night, And that is when I play. I am owlhearted. You can’t deceive me, For it is not with my eyes, But…
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Selfie at a Mirror
I’m learning to draw. It’s helped me a lot with my poetry and music. This is my first mirror self portrait. I’ll try again in a month. I’m happy with this, so I thought I’d share! Also—embrace the curves. :)
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Ink & Gold
I couldn’t put in ink a thought To justify the gold unfurled, As sleep began to settle on My precious, quiet world. No nature lover could have asked For her to stay awake. Living things could never work Without a well-earned break. Yet falling leaves can sound like tears As flowers die and stir my…
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Interlude: Autumn
I breathe. The scent of Dampened earth Is rising from the ground. It mingles with the Pungent smoke, A neighbor’s fireplace. My garden’s fading; Falling leaves Create the only sound. I settle down; October air feels Cool against my face.
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Tuesday Morning’s Child
Snowy hills have piled; Whispering wind is heard. Only Tuesday morning’s child Makes out every word. Frosty window-glass, Snowy blankets grand. Which dark things have come to pass Upon this frigid land? Things the sun has seen, Things the moon will mourn, Until every soul has passed Away and been Reborn. How can human tongue,…
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Near Eden
Water cupped in my two hands Bears the rich taste of the land. Paths that loved me brought me here: Eden must be near. Maybe when I’ve breathed my last, When what I know of earth has passed, I will wander, light and free, Underneath this canopy. I drink. The water’s fresh and clean, And…
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Let the Land Rest
Why are you afraid to feel The yearly sleep of winter, When there’s frost-scent in the air And leaves from the trees splinter? Have you never longed to curl up Underneath a quilt, After a long day of toil Caused your soul to wilt? Wasn’t it the sweetest rest When you could move no more?…
Mariella Hunt & the Tearoom 