A Romantic
Long ago I stopped a friend
from smudging
a love letter with her greasy hands.
She chuckled. Now
I allow the elbows
of the peach sweater
my grandmother knit
to unravel.
Anna Karenina acknowledged
the wedding china chipping after the first year
and Maggie Verver valued the golden bowl
for its crack.
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I love the movement of this poem and the reverence newly found for a love-worn thing.
This is a simple detail, but I enjoyed that the sweater was peach. It’s not a color I would default too, so it makes it extra soft and lovable when I imagine it.
You’ve chosen a single idea and made it concrete!
How vivid and moving. Great poem. Great image.
It made me thing of how they repair things with gold seams in Japan ( kinsuge). Even though this doesn’t have it it feels like the references weave into your poem and welds the broken into something more.
Nice work.
Beautiful.