Stippled Skin (for Dziadek)A Poem by Emily MurmanStippled Skin (for Dziadek) White light dripping off the concrete porch steps, burning my scratched knees, sunshine spit through glass on the front door and sliced into tiny multicolored ribbons. I’m in the stiff shirt Mom bought from the boy’s section because I wanted to wear the hundreds of smiling octopi floating in a cotton sea.
And there’s you, sky-milk spattered across your stippled skin, hiding in the creases near your eyes. I’m running the pink plastic comb through your silver curls.
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Added on May 10, 2016 Last Updated on May 10, 2016 Tags: grandfather, childhood, memory, combing hair, sunlight, skin AuthorEmily MurmanChicago, ILAboutI am a sixteen-year-old artist and writer based in the Chicagoland area. I'm currently a sophomore majoring in creative writing at Lake Forest College. Most of my poetry is very image-heavy and aim.. more..Writing
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