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When August Becomes a Whisper
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Cristina M. R. Norcross


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Feeling her underwater mermaid hair
brush past her shoulders,
she finds the coldest current
and delves deeper into the darkest green waters.
Water skiers skim the vast width of Lake Mohawk,
taking with them flipbook scenes
of gingerbread houses
and beach bathers glowing with coconut oil.
She always preferred the sleepy calm
of Upper Lake Beach ?
the circular stone sculpture
that served as a water fountain,
the lone raft she could swim to
and rest on for hours,
examining every flake of white paint
and weather worn groove
from summers of divers.
When the blue-black nights come earlier and earlier,
she savors the mossy green scent of her towel,
the feel of stray grains of butter yellow sand
that cling to leather sandals,
and the sound that August makes
when it becomes a whisper.
by Cristina M. R. Norcross.
Used with the author’s permission.
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Cristina M. R. Norcross lives in Wisconsin with her husband, their two sons, and a cat who loves to sleep on a warm, humming computer. Cristina is the founding editor of the online poetry journal, Blue Heron Review (www.blueheronreview.com) and the author of seven poetry collections. When not writing or editing, she travels to distant lands and designs jewelry from found treasures. Learn more about Cristina at  www.cristinanorcross.com.

 

 


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69Dorcas:
Yes, the blue-black night as a harbinger closing the season Lovely.
Posted 08/27/2012 07:01 PM
transitions:
I love 'when August becomes a whisper' ~ I can hear it right now...; thanks, Cristina for the thought-provoking poem. As the 'kids' say..."sweet". Judy
Posted 08/27/2012 11:28 AM
Janet Leahy:
"When the blue-black nights come earlier and earlier", my favorite line in this lovely poem. Thanks Cristina
Posted 08/27/2012 10:16 AM
Jo:
When August becomes a whisper is so perfect. Lovely images throughout, Cristina.
Posted 08/27/2012 09:22 AM
Larry Schug:
Good poem full of images I can feel with my body as well as my intellect. We humans are built to hang on to the good times and have the gift of letting the bad wear away at its own pace if we just let it.
Posted 08/27/2012 08:55 AM
Larry Schug:
Good poem full of images I can feel with my body as well as my intellect. We humans are built to hang on to the good times and have the gift of letting the bad wear away at its own pace if we just let it.
Posted 08/27/2012 08:54 AM
paula:
Lovely! And always good to hear your voice.
Posted 08/27/2012 08:34 AM
dotief@comcast.net:
I really enjoyed the images created by this setting. It is so different, and yet very similar, to the scenes I most love of my Florida beach. Very nice!
Posted 08/27/2012 08:09 AM
jeanie:
lovely end of summer thoughts ...
Posted 08/27/2012 07:24 AM
mimi:
"when August becomes a whisper" is a perfect way of describing these end days of summer--lovely poem, Cristina... Sharon Auberle
Posted 08/27/2012 07:12 AM
Carol Hauer:
Lovely, lazy images. Beautiful poem. Thank you. The last line in a zinger.
Posted 08/27/2012 07:05 AM
LisaV:
Love the "Underwater mermaid hair." I can feel that cold current. Thank you!
Posted 08/27/2012 05:28 AM
Eiken:
Christina, a feast of colour and light, beautiful phrasing, loved this, you have brightened my morning on a wet day in Ireland. Maire
Posted 08/27/2012 05:07 AM


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