Old Spring

Old Spring

A Poem by Caitlin Lea

Old Spring
sheds his
husk
his hide

of crackling
leather.
He was 
once
inexperienced

and slick
like rain.
Today
he drops

his arms,
tired from 
sustaining
the spinning

top
where he goes
unnoticed.
He isn't

angry,
just tired
tired
of giving

ready to
let go
of their hands
and watch

tearfully
as they fall 
away. 
It is

tomorrow.
Time for life
is gone
like Spring.

© 2013 Caitlin Lea


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Interesting use of free/blank verse. I enjoyed the leather imagery in the opening stanzas, however I do feel that your writing becomes a bit convoluted further on. The frustration by the personified Spring seems to come from some place that is unaccessible to the reader. I would heavily suggest some elaboration here in order to better draw your audience into your work.

Keep up the excellent work;

Cheers!

VK

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Caitlin Lea
Caitlin Lea

Northwest, TX



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