Saturday, November 10, 2012

Norma Jean


The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton



Inspired by Marilyn Monroe's poetry



Norma Jean, 
your sinuous vines were meant for more
than bearing fruit, for gathering wind in your leaves,
curled against the storms.

The soil shuddered beneath your feet,
swaying within the onslaught of unrepentant tides.

You were golden, 
a kinetic glow surrounding your skin
too many longed to touch, and tear.

When the wind grew too fierce,
you burrowed beneath your slow blankets of flame,
surging, trembling. 

Still, 
we are sustained by your tragic warmth,
restlessly drink from your wild vintage.