by Jean Jones
At the open air market
with my mother
when I was a boy-
my mother gave me her handkerchief
with her perfume
so I wouldn't vomit
from the smell
of freshly slaughtered animals-
That's when I first met you-
Something in the eyes of the animals I saw-
Every woman in my life reminds me of you-
You are there whenever I see a woman's face
An ancient figure
Some books have called you Wisdom
and said you
were there when the earth was made.
I see your face in my dreams & nightmares
Your secrets are mine to keep.
© 2019 Jean Jones
Jean Jones teaches English as a Second Language Basic Skills
Cape Fear Community College. He has an MFA in Creative Writing from
Bowling Green State University in Bowling Green, Ohio and has a book of
poems available on Amazon.com entitled Beyond Good and Evil. He
has had poems published in Aphelion as well as Horror Zine online.
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