Lavender Song by Karen Kelsay

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When Lily plays the cello, it is holy.
Like lavender that strays from garden walls
and necklaces of evergreens that slowly
curl across the meadows, along the halls

her wreath of somber notes is softly borne.
She wings the bow; I hear my mother’s voice,
recall a lover’s crying flame. I mourn
and then, with silent chanting tongue, rejoice.

Each memory is coaxed aloud across
a grassy bottomland of time, the marrow
and the porous pith revealed. The loss,
half-opened flowers, flutters of a sparrow.

She plays the cello, slowly—and the night
becomes an aperture of grace. All lowly
thoughts swirl into quiet, purple light.
When Lily plays the cello, it is holy.

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6 thoughts on “Lavender Song by Karen Kelsay”

  1. What a lovely, evocative poem. For any mother watching her daughter bloom. Thank you for sharing it. — Cara O’Sullivan, Provo, Utah

  2. I admire you for being able to write in a structured form that melts away as we’re drawn into the lulls and lavendars. Your poems lifts me up!j

  3. Please nobody laugh at my typos. They weren’t there until I pushed the button–Really! Marsha

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