monhegan

she was beauty ripe
golden,
delicious
in a place where
life has teeth
and apples
are hard to come by

she was the siren
in the
salty song
of the lobsterman
and the sunrise
on the tip of
an artist’s brush

she was a slice
of time come of age
here, on Monhegan
until, without signal,
she was gone
painted into myth
like the hermit of Manana

Rene ~ April 21,2013

For Magpie Tales

“Fools stand on their island of opportunities and look to another land. There is no other land, there is no other life but this.”

– Henry David Thoreau

Image: Monhegan’s Schoolteacher, Jamie Wyeth, 2004
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