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Autumn Ehrhardt Feb 2020
Since we were five,
We grew up each summer
Island adventures lost tribes and forts.
A girl in the wood/ a boy in a boat
Every summer afternoon/ eight years and then soon:
We loved each other, for the whole solstice through.
I think of you at night- ran through the dawn
Couldn't wait to hold hands /for you that I long
My first kiss: one day before you joined me at thirteen.

I never met your family; I know your father is mean
I pressed you to invite me, please to celebrate
You looked so scared /I said I just stay for cake.
But I arrived too early/ watched your father get drunk
My beautiful boy didn't want me to see- his family is junk
My love he grew crazy, and yelled at the man:
The cake was ablaze/ his mother saw the screaming
Her eyes began streaming             and the man hit her only son.

I couldn't believe it; this couldn't be.
Then my love ran, pushed me out of the way into our woods
It started to rain; you lost me so easily- in the land of our youth
The squall was beginning/my mom drove me home
I snuck out at midnight/ saw your skiff far from shore
You could not hear me, as I yelled from my porch
And then you were gone: sailing the midnight into the storm:
The boat washed up the next morning, but my boy was never found.

Beyond Seekers Bay
Looking at the storm in the sky
That will rage this night
He is sailing the midnight
To run from him
Who will live in shame
Cause he will never have another birthday
Even though he is not a man
I have to carry on
Cause you'll never have another birthday
Now who takes the blame
Because you're gone
This poem is spoken word and was created to go with my husband Steven Ehrhardt's composition. It is inspired by a romance novel, that I have long forgotten the title. I would read romance novels out loud on our road trips to the Grand Tetons, which was where we honeymooned 29 years ago this May. Wish you could hear to the music, and there are a couple other verses that don't match as a whole poem.
Autumn Ehrhardt Jan 2020
A royal velvet
A lilac flower
Colorful power
Amethyst carat
Favorite pallet

She loves it more
Deep meaningful
Girl beautiful
Streaked in her hair

Artist wild
Brush in hand
Dip it in

Across
Canvas

Whirl

(Diminished Hexaverse)
Copyright 2011
Autumn Ehrhardt Jan 2020
Too late for the twenties ticked
Into the next moment of a war that left a lack of discovery
Can the adventurer’s covering cower in the true face of doom
A gloom more morbid as the hairy drunk writer wanders in lust
Writing tales of whales and water warriors that won’t stop.
Quests that have nothing to do with chores
Or the chores of a battle won.
A heretic in his divorced Catholic wife’s eyes.

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