A PHP Error was encountered

Severity: Notice

Message: session_start(): Server 216.70.100.53 (tcp 11211) failed with: Connection refused (111)

Filename: cowbird/session_helper.php

Line Number: 18

Half Priced Student by Pamela Wilonski
 

Forgot your password?

We just sent you an email, containing instructions for how to reset your password.

Sign in

  • Letters From a Half Priced Student

    I said the vows under a canopy of cherry blossoms;
    this I did for him.
    We swallowed life bound by silver bands poured over time,
    filling us to the brim.
    We stitched a lifetime of paper Hallmarks;
    pressed wisteria petals with taut seams.
    Our path was strewn with delicate china;
    winsome patterns we called Aries Seas.

    I cradled the womb full of us with beams spilled from Luna's veil;
    This I did for her.
    I held her till her wings were lifted by the wind
    hoisting her up in a whir.
    I fed her with swollen milk that she drank from a golden cup;
    soft heartbeats beneath.
    I nestled the boughs of her creamy skin;
    and clasped the sweetness of her baby breath.

    With pencil and pad I followed the moon down the rabbit hole;
    this I did for me.
    I mused of the boy, his butter-cream smile;
    Charlemagne cosseting his taste of brie.
    I scratched and scribbled of the sun pulling up her rays,
    and silky emerald dunes.
    And Thalia who tucked me in eiderdown,
    and blossoming like lily pads of June.

    I bound them on paper with crimped edges; vintage lilac lace;
    this I did for you.
    I emptied my pockets to choose precious poems
    to meld into lyrical hues.
    Not because a half priced student can write verse of worth,
    but because you asked me to.
    When our time is through
    I'll wrap it up in Lady's Mantle and give it all to you.

    Pamela Wilonski
    • Share

    Connected stories:

About

Collections let you gather your favorite stories into shareable groups.

To collect stories, please become a Citizen.

    Copy and paste this embed code into your web page:

    px wide
    px tall
    Send this story to a friend:
    Would you like to send another?

      To retell stories, please .

        Sprouting stories lets you respond with a story of your own — like telling stories ’round a campfire.

        To sprout stories, please .

            Better browser, please.

            To view Cowbird, please use the latest version of Chrome, Safari, Firefox, Opera, or Internet Explorer.