Afterglow 2

Last summer, while working as a Fellow for the Indiana Teachers of Writing-Writing Project– the local affiliate of the National Writing Project– I was introduced to “Pantoums” as a form of poetry. Here are a couploe of my attempts at it.

His lips touched that glass in the sink
His body was wrapped in that green towel on the floor
His head lay against that pillow on the bed
His fingers left their trace on my skin.

His body was wrapped in that green towel on the floor
His scent lingers in the empty rooms
His fingers left their trace on my skin
His voice echoes down the lonely hall.

His scent lingers in the empty rooms
His joy has left its mark on my soul
His voice echoes down the lonely hall.
His image haunts the house where he walked, innocent as Adam.

His joy has left its mark on my soul
His head lay against that pillow on the bed
His image haunts the house where he walked, innocent as Adam
His lips touched that glass in the sink.

~ by erc2008 on May 11, 2008.