The Spirit of My Name

March 31, 2012
By Kathryn Berzas BRONZE, La Crescenta, California
Kathryn Berzas BRONZE, La Crescenta, California
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The essence of purity,
Born of the green grasses,
And thorny briars,
Of the English plains of old.

Like the loyal hound,
Never willing to abandon friends,
Standing up for what is right,
Condemning what is not.

Like the fallen feather,
Spinning through the still night air,
With a certain type,
Of quiet beauty.

Staring up at the purpling mountains,
Framed by the sunset and the onset of dusk,
Listening to the wind in the leaves,
Across the tiny street.

Hearing the insistent barking,
Of the family dog,
Watching the lazy washing,
Of the assassin waiting to ambush your spaghetti.

Feeling the pencil,
Moving as if of its own accord,
Sketching out the picture,
That lies in the recesses of your mind.

The author's comments:
I wrote this mid-afternoon, while staring out the window. In this, I wanted to try to convey the meaning of my name and, through it, give insight into who I am. The "assassin waiting to ambush your spaghetti," is my cat, who was lying on my bed at the time.

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