another freckle

I counted her freckles like rings
in a tree trunk, soft kissed by the sun,

and on particularly warm summer nights
I lose the number, finding myself instead
tracing her face, hinting at red,

burning as another day
fades gentle, another mark of beauty.

It’s Quadrille Monday at dVerse,  the virtual pub for poets. Mish is hosting and asks us to include the  word “freckle” or any form of the word in our Quadrille (a poem of  exactly 44 words, sans title). 

My name is Phillip. I live in North Carolina with my wife of 11 years and 3-year-old son, and at least for the next year, I’m on the right side of 40. (Both the interstate and existence, in years). I am a Tar Heel born and bred, and watch every Yankees game I can. My goal is to visit all 30 MLB stadiums in the next 10 years. I’ve been to 5 so far! Obviously I enjoy writing, but I also enjoy watching and reading sci-fi. I’m slowly attempting to finish my first novel, a “humorous” sci-fi romp which may be finished one day. I am a Doctor Who obsessive and choose Star Trek over Star Wars.

28 thoughts on “another freckle

  1. Very nice. I like the comparison to tree rings and the phrase “soft kissed by the sun” made me think of each freckle representing a treasured moment, a sunny day. Sunny days of love!


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