See it lying in the mud.
A red glove.
Empty of the hand -
a slender one.
Fingers outstretched in search of love.
The red glove.
Scarlet leather
hand stitched
lost
down a muddy lane.
The red glove.
Red as the heart
the true heart of love.
The red glove.
A lover’s gift
a lovers tiff
running back in darkness
dropped her glove.
Red glove.
Frost falls.
Glove in frozen mud
frosted
frigid.
The red glove.
Her heart is empty
lost.
Alone.
What good is one
red glove.
Thanks for all the comments. I have put some gaps in (a technical term) that might help to break it up a bit, and therefore, make sense or flow better. I wanted the repetition to keep drawing the reader back to that wretched little red glove - the insistence of the mute object.
A nice little poem but I must admit that, maybe because I've not heard you read in person, I found the layout a little disorganised and hard to follow.
I'm seldom any good at defining the best way to read a poem unless I've read it several times. On the 5th reading of yours I still find it a little jarring to me though.
<Deleted User> (7073)
Thu 10th Dec 2009 15:56
I always think a single lost glove on the trail are sad little gloves, somehow symbolic of the transient nature of lifes convoluted path. Thoughtful one Ann
TC X
Full of a sense of loss and concern for the person who has lost the glove. For some reason the word blood kept running through my mind, although it doesn't appear in the poem. I think it's there, though
<Deleted User> (7164)
Wed 9th Dec 2009 22:22
I can see what Graham means in the beginning of his comment but after a couple of reads i think it's quite fascinating. I come cross lots of single gloves and often wonder about the wearer.
Can't quite place my fingers on what i like about it but i do. Gets a thumbs up from me.
Starlight.x
This irritated the hell out of me to start with, but I seem to have come around to like its persistence.
Lovely idea but I would have liked more narrative between the red glove references. Although less is perhaps more?
Very topical! I see many single, deserted gloves at this time of year. Someone needs to pay them a bit of attention and you have done!
I'm posting up my 'digitalis' foxglove poem on my blog especially for you! I went to Grasmere with some friends a year ago. The narrow roads were a mass of foxgloves and we started talking about their medicinal qualities...how they can kill or cure. Hope you like it. Thank you for buying my book. There's another one in the pipeline.
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Emma McCourty
Mon 21st Dec 2009 14:29
Hi there, Thank you for your supportive comments. I love this piece. The repetition works well all the way up to the 5th stanza. This is because you have used the word glove twice very close together maybe say "garment" then glove to end with. i love the idea of highlighting the life of a lost glove in this way. you have done a good job of it. The feeling of being lost is strong here. happy Christmas! x