{"id":1003,"date":"2018-12-19T09:00:13","date_gmt":"2018-12-19T08:00:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/?p=1003"},"modified":"2018-12-18T16:01:47","modified_gmt":"2018-12-18T15:01:47","slug":"poems-by-marie-mcmullin","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/2018\/12\/poems-by-marie-mcmullin\/","title":{"rendered":"Poems by Marie McMullin"},"content":{"rendered":"<figure id=\"attachment_1018\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-1018\" style=\"width: 474px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-large wp-image-1018\" src=\"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/files\/2018\/12\/golden-october-1752970_1280-1024x682.jpg\" alt=\"Golden October Autumn Idyll\" width=\"474\" height=\"316\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-1018\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">&#8216;Golden October Autumn Idyll&#8217; \u00a9 ASSY. <a href=\"https:\/\/pixabay.com\/en\/golden-october-autumn-idyll-1752970\/\">Source<\/a> &#8211; <a href=\"https:\/\/creativecommons.org\/licenses\/by\/4.0\/legalcode\">CC License<\/a><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>OLD FRIEND<\/p>\n<p>Old friend, I think of you still sometimes.<\/p>\n<p>A ceaseless hiss in the back of my mind<\/p>\n<p>Tempts me into dwelling on things long past.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Come, just this once<\/p>\n<p>Take my hand<\/p>\n<p>And follow me down<\/p>\n<p>Memory lane,<\/p>\n<p>My very own fairy tale.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Here is where we met<\/p>\n<p>On opposite sides of a river<\/p>\n<p>With no bridge in sight.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Each day we came<\/p>\n<p>And sat under the rustling trees<\/p>\n<p>Feet playing in the waves.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Sunlight skittered upon the water<\/p>\n<p>Twining with our laughter<\/p>\n<p>And starting a fire.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Here is the meander<\/p>\n<p>Where one day I jumped<\/p>\n<p>When the distance became too much.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Eyes closed, I see<\/p>\n<p>Your hand holding mine<\/p>\n<p>Pulling me out.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Eyes open, I gasp on the dank bank<\/p>\n<p>Where the current spat me<\/p>\n<p>At your behest:<\/p>\n<p>Me here, you there.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>A buzzing in my ears says you are near<\/p>\n<p>Standing on the other side of the river.<\/p>\n<p>Old friend, I think of you still sometimes.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_1006\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-1006\" style=\"width: 474px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-1006 size-large\" src=\"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/files\/2018\/12\/1949-althingi-broken-glass-1024x805.jpg\" alt=\"Althingi Broken Glass\" width=\"474\" height=\"373\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-1006\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">&#8216;Althingi Broken Glass&#8217; \u00a9 Unknown. <a href=\"https:\/\/commons.wikimedia.org\/wiki\/File:1949-althingi-broken-glass.jpg\">Source<\/a> &#8211; <a href=\"https:\/\/creativecommons.org\/licenses\/by\/4.0\/legalcode\">CC License<\/a><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>SILENT WITNESSES<\/p>\n<p>The door slams and resonates<\/p>\n<p>with the last notes of a dance<\/p>\n<p>more violent than a waltz.<\/p>\n<p>A boiled-over pot on the stove<\/p>\n<p>and acrid sinuous smoke<\/p>\n<p>stinging the eyes and throat.<\/p>\n<p>Chopped vegetables scattered<\/p>\n<p>like cadavers on the counter<\/p>\n<p>copy bloody battlefields.<\/p>\n<p>The toy castle, built brick by brick,<\/p>\n<p>Is no longer a home but a house of cards<\/p>\n<p>Flattened by words, those vicious, vindictive winds.<\/p>\n<p>A teddy bear, cast away by an angry hand,<\/p>\n<p>lies face down on the ground,<\/p>\n<p>head tucked into the corner to drown out the shouts.<\/p>\n<p>To its left, a smashed up plate,<\/p>\n<p>Its pieces remnants of one<\/p>\n<p>painful, piercing shriek.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>OLD FRIEND Old friend, I think of you still sometimes. 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