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Arthur – after the storm

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Over a week after Tropical Storm Arthur, I am thinking about the new pattern of life we adopted during our six days without electricity.  Without our usual electric lights, stove, refrigerator, computer and television, we adjusted our days.

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First there were candles.  I have lots of candles, but three pillars in the living room sent enough light into the main part of the house for navigation.   We also had our small flashlights.  They lit the darker rooms and made us safe on the stairs.

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The next ‘necessity’ was gasoline for the truck and for our small generator (2000 watt).  Although we began the storm with very little gasoline (we were not well prepared), we waited a couple of days to fill up, to avoid the long lineups for gas at the few stations open after the storm.  Since most all of Fredericton was without power for the first two days, so open gas stations, fast food places and grocery stores were hard to find!

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Once we had our generator working, we had a hot meal at supper time each evening, on our small electric hotplate.  By the end of the six days, we were using our generator for fans to keep the house cool and to watch DVDs on our television.

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Water, of course, is always a concern.  We had lots of water on hand, about 22 4-liter jugs I keep for emergencies.  We were able to buy drinking water and ice for our cooler, although these items were flying from the shelves!!!  By the end of our adventure, we had filled our jugs a couple of times, once at my son’s home (in the city, they had no power, but they did have water), and once from the Oromocto Fire Department who were so kind to us.

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On Day 6, workers from NB Power and Hydro-Quebec, and a tree trimming crew from Maine arrived to remove the trees from the downed lines on our road.  They worked all day to re-establish power to about 500 customers who depended on this particular line.  We were so grateful to them, knowing they had worked since the storm hit.  We were just one group among many waiting for power.  On Sunday, July 13, there were still 5000 customers without power in Fredericton.  By the time of this post, NB Power says most power will be restored.  It is certainly the longest power outage we have ever experienced in this province.

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three candles

three candles

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three candles

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between ruby glass

and hard wood floor

a slide of light and three

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extinguished candles

smoke lifts from smoulder

each mote a particle

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of spectral light, mosaic

shard, image

reassembled in three

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dimensions

shepherd, hawthorn

lamb

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©  Jane Tims 2011

Written by jane tims

July 16, 2014 at 7:14 am

Arthur – during the storm

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front yard during Arthur

front yard during Arthur

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trees in hurricane rain

trees in hurricane rain

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Arthur

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woods are a green ocean

swell, each oak a breaker, and pines

crash on the shore, withdraw, branches

lift and fall, lift and settle

maples gyrate, invert their leaves, backlit

waves, spray from every

blade, winds tug at petiole, green

debris on the deck, fallen stars

on the lawn, the wind a rumble, every

branch a knife, each trunk a bow, bent

beyond the stretch of fibre, trees heave

branches lash, in the woods a crack

pummels the growl of a chainsaw in

the neighbor’s yard

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bunches of leaves on the deck

bunches of leaves on the deck

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a crack in the branch of our maple

a crack in the branch of our maple

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Copyright  2014  Jane Tims

Written by jane tims

July 14, 2014 at 7:00 am

abandoned railroad siding

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Viceroy on rail

Viceroy on rail

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abandoned railroad siding

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a  viceroy butterfly, orange

leaded glass

and rows of wary eyes

naturally suspicious

settles on the slate-grey rail

flexes its wings, nonchalant

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as the black bear who

ambled the track

left a dump

of blackberry seed

undigested pulp

or the enthusiastic jumble of clovers

blooming between the ties

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rails are held between the trill

of insect and the quaver

of goldenrod, caught in the crossfire of sun

light focused through

signal lenses

and glass insulators

on unstrung

telephone poles

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turn toward horizon

rails merge and vanish

altered stride of railroad

walking made confident

by the absence of train

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railway crossing

railway crossing

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railway near Rooth, New Brunswick

railway near Rooth, New Brunswick

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Copyright  2014  Jane Tims

Written by jane tims

July 4, 2014 at 7:42 am

aromatic spring

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November 9, 2011 ‘Peltoma Lake’ Jane Tims

 

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meadow aromatic

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ozone lightning, late

waters cede, shoots

of cattail merge

end of day, end of June

fireflies, mosquito nights

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lake-land meadow seeps

wetland meets nostril

marsh musk percolates

half sour, half sweet

methane ooze, decay

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damp fiddleheads unfurl

bird beaks simmer

in duckweed soup

skin of salamander, frog

steeplebush, meadowsweet

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angels crave human years, allow

their pores release, scent imitates

reek of sweat, of work

tears mingle with perfume

aftershave and powder

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Oct. 9, 2011 ‘Reeds and reflection’ Jane Tims

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Copyright  2014  Jane Tims

Written by jane tims

June 13, 2014 at 7:32 am

writing weekend

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This weekend, I will be attending WordSpringWordSpring is the annual spring meeting and workshop of the New Brunswick Writers’ Federation.  I will be reading some of the poetry from my ‘harvesting colour’ manuscript and I will get another eye on part of my novel at a Blue Pencil Café.

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Preparations for the weekend made me think of a poem I wrote after the workshop in Saint Andrews a few years ago …

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October 9, 2011 ‘Moon through the trees’ Jane Tims

encounters

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on a windy night

in Saint Andrews, a toad

hop-toddies across the road,

bewildered

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and on Prince of Wales, a deer

pauses on the sidewalk, stares

up the hill, and I hesitate

before driving on

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in the Algonquin, a light

switches on, in the room I know is mine

and a couple huddles on the open porch,

and leaves, mottled, skid

along the street

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Copyright  2014  Jane  Tims

finally !!!! spring

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Finally, spring!!!  The last bit of snow is melted from our lawn (although there are still patches of snow in the woods) and I have crocuses in bloom!

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This past weekend, I attended a strategic planning event at Falls Brook Center in west-central New Brunswick.  Falls Brook Center is a non-profit group working within the community to teach skills for more sustainable living.

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Setting goals for an organisation is never easy and we enjoyed a welcome break from all the group discussion and brainstorming when one of the program coordinators gave us a short workshop about how to make seed sprouters from newspaper.  In the past, I have often used peat pots, milk cartons and even Styrofoam cups to start my seeds.   Making plant pots from newspaper is easy, saves money, and reduces waste!  And making the pots is fun!

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We used PotMaker® to make our seed pots. PotMaker®  is made in Canada by Richters (Goodwood, Ontario, L0C 1A0)  http://www.PotMaker.com . The kit includes two wooden shapes, one to wrap the newspaper into a tube, and the other to ‘crimp’ the lower part of the tube into a closed pot.

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This morning, after a few minutes of rolling newspaper strips and tucking ends, I have enough pots to start a new batch of herbs for my kitchen window garden! Now, all I have to do is fill the newspaper pots with some planting mix and sprinkle some seeds.  The pots support one another and keep their shape even wet.  They can be planted directly into the garden … the roots grow through the paper and the pots disintegrate.

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greenhouse, early spring

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dead plantings rustle

skeletons brittle

pods and packets rattle

whisper me to the greenhouse

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weak sunshine warms the glass

my prints a path on late snow

meltwater sinks into grass

soaks into clay

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bits of crockery

wooden handles

leaf mould and sand

soil pressed into pots

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the gardener

awakened from winter

rooted in moss and clay

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Published as ‘greenhouse, early spring’, Canadian Stories 15 (87), Oct/Nov, 2012

Copyright  2014  Jane Tims

Written by jane tims

April 28, 2014 at 10:01 am

harvesting colour – soaking the bark

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Birch bark is on my top ten list of natural phenomena.  Just the outer covering of a tree, but for me it has so many associations.

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'Yellow Birch Bark' revision

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Walking in a stand of birch is an experience like no other.  The trees are ghosts, wavering and pale, unable to speak but capable of subtle quiet communication.  In the slightest breeze, they whisper in short syllables, dry murmurings I cannot quite understand.

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Birch bark is magical.  Unravelled from its tree by a little tugging of the wind.  Like paper, in thin dry sheets.  Covered in unreadable script.  You know removing the bark could be dangerous for the tree but it lures you, encourages you to reach out and strip it away in unbroken, unblemished reels.

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Such a useful tree: birch bark canoes, tinder for a campfire, sweet sap from yellow birch, the wintergreen scent of crushed yellow birch twigs.  And now, the promise of colour.

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Using bark as dyestuff requires time rather than heat.  Jenny Dean (Wild Colour, New York, 2010) suggests soaking the bark for days, even weeks to extract the first colour.  She says never to boil bark since heat may release tannins and dull any resulting colour.  From her book, I expect birch bark to yield colours ranging from purple to pinkish-red.

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birch bark, donated by my brother-in-law

birch bark, donated by my brother-in-law

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I am so grateful to my brother-in-law for allowing me to use the birch bark he has collected as he works on next winter’s stove-wood supply.  I am sure he was saving it for a project of his own.

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strips of birch bark layered in the dyepot

strips of birch bark layered in the dyepot

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To start, I stripped the sheets of bark into narrow pieces and set it to soak in cool water in my big dye pot.

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strips of birch bark, set to soak in water

strips of birch bark, set to soak in water

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I intend to leave it for a month before I take the next step of simmering the bark and dying my wool.

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requesting the favour of a reply

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these leafless trees

brush against

a linen sky

ink strokes

on rice paper

letters penned

at midnight

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hidden in the hollow

heart of an oak

afraid to reach in

to feel only

curls of birch bark

desiccated leaves

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these trees

all seem the same

empty envelopes

parchment ghosts

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branches tangled

messages

lost

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black spruce scribbled on sky

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Poem previously posted 19/08/2011

Copyright  2014  Jane Tims

Written by jane tims

April 25, 2014 at 7:18 am

harvesting colour – rose petals in a pickle jar – results

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On April 9, I tried dyeing white silk with dried rose petals.

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rose petals, scattered on the silk

rose petals, scattered on the silk

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Originally, I intended to let the colour develop for at least a month on the silk in my pickle jar.  But curiosity got the better of me after six days.  Colour had developed in the first two days, a deep magenta in the vinegar and on the fabric.

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Tonight I opened the jar and rinsed out the silk.  The process is a little messy, with lots of petals floating in the rinse water.  And the results …

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silk fabric dyed with dried flower petals ... the deep pink is from the extra flowers I added

silk fabric dyed with dried flower petals … the deep pink is from the extra flowers I added

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You may remember that I folded a few other flowers into the silk.  In retrospect, I should have seen the unnatural pink of some of the flowers … I think the florists did a little dyeing of their own and that is what is making the bright pink on the fabric.  It looks a bit artificial for my taste, but I do love the brownish magenta that colours the background of the fabric – that colour seems to be from the rose petals.  Silk certainly takes up colour eagerly!

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the magenta  seems to be from the rose petals - a more natural colour

the magenta seems to be from the rose petals – a more natural colour

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Once the fabric is dry, I intend to hem the silk for a tablecloth. I use tablecloths all the time and this one will remind me of a special bouquet!

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Snippet of a longer poem I wrote after this adventure …

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remnants of the bouquet

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petal colour

stains fabric

eager to make

an impression

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deep pink dried flowers I added to the rose petal mix ... I should have realised they were too bright to be 'real'

deep pink dried flowers I added to the rose petal mix … I should have realised they were too bright to be ‘real’

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I have carefully rinsed my pickle jar, intending to use it again!

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Copyright  2014  Jane Tims

 

Written by jane tims

April 16, 2014 at 7:32 am

harvesting colour – the yellow of tansy

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Since last September, a small bunch of Tansy (Tanacetum vulgare L.) has hung on the line in my kitchen.  Now, with a small batch of alum-treated wool, I am able to see what colour will come from the dried and lifeless flowers.

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dried Tansy, collected in 2013

dried Tansy, collected in 2013

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To extract the dye, I crumbled the flowers and leaves and soaked them in water overnight.  Then I added more water and brought them slowly to a boil in my big, well-marked dyepot (marked so I will not use it for food by mistake).  After an hour’s boil, I let the dye cool and strained the liquid.  The result was a clear, amber-yellow dye.

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dye from Tansy and water, simmered

dye from Tansy and water, simmered

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To dye the wool, I added water, immersed a shank of alum-treated wool and slowly brought the dye to a simmer – one hour and then the long process of cooling (I am realising that dyeing is more about waiting than doing!!!!!!!!!!!). The result is a green-yellow, almost exactly the colour shown for Tansy-dyed fibre in Jenny Dean’s book (Wild Color) !!!  My photo is not clear because the drying line insists on vibrating but you can clearly see the colours – left to right – the brown of the lichen-dyed wool from a few days ago), the green-yellow of the Tansy-dyed wool and the tan of the undyed wool.

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three shanks of wool, dyed with the lichen Usnea (left), dyed with Tansy (center) and raw wool (treated with alum)

three shanks of wool, dyed with the lichen Usnea (left), dyed with Tansy (center) and raw wool (treated with alum)

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I wrote my poem to the heady yet sleepy smells of the Tansy boiling in its dye pot.  I remembered the living Tansy, growing in the ditch last summer, each flower cluster hiding a sleepy bumblebee that had to be shaken from its resting.  I was also reminded in my reading that Tansy was used so often at funerals in New England in the 19th century that people associated its smell with death.

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Tansy in the ditch

Tansy in the ditch

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sleep before dyeing

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Tanacetum vulgare L. – Common Tansy, Mugwort, Bitter Buttons

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Bitter Buttons hover in the dye pot

simmering on the kitchen stove

drowsy scent of camomile

camphor and rosemary

liquid amber, saffron sallow

jaundiced pale of Tansy

reclines in the roadside ditch

each flat-topped cluster

hibernaculum

for a furred and yellow

unconcerned

and mellow

bumblebee

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Copyright  2014   Jane Tims 

Written by jane tims

April 7, 2014 at 7:00 am

harvesting colour – onion skin yellow

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About a month ago, I stuffed an old white cotton shirt into a pickle jar with onion skins and cider vinegar (https://nichepoetryandprose.wordpress.com/2014/02/21/harvesting-colour-onion-skins-in-a-pickle-jar/).  It was all I could do not to open the jar early to see how everything was progressing, but I was patient.  On Friday, I opened the jar to see the results!

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the pickle jar containing cider vinegar, my old shirt, and a few handfuls of onion skins

 

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cotton shirt and onion skins released to the sink

cotton shirt and onion skins released to the sink

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onion skins picked away to reveal yellow and maroon

onion skins picked away to reveal yellow and maroon

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a rinse with water

a rinse with water

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and my 'new' shirt hanging on the line to dry!

and my ‘new’ shirt hanging on the line to dry!

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I am so pleased with the results.  The yellows are bright and an old shirt is wearable again.  The dried cloth is soft and smells clean and fresh.  And, most important, I have another poem to add to my growing collection.

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transformation

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cotton shirt

soft and comfortable

but stained, unwearable

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stuffed into

a pickle jar

onion skin and vinegar

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thirty days –

yellow cheer,

saffron and sienna

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stains concealed

tears dried

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Copyright  2014  Jane Tims

Written by jane tims

April 2, 2014 at 6:58 am