3/19/11

Of a Woman Awaiting a Proposal
By Margaret Beaver


She is waiting, as if by a window, she is waiting.

She holds her hand in front of her, she is


imagining the weight of the ring, how it fragments

all light. She holds her hand to her chest,


heartfelt, and her breast rises with breath as if

filled with small birds fluttering inside.


She thinks of the wedding, when many white

birds will rise among them as they leave joyfully


to the marital bed. She will be happy then,

as the Spring does burst with birds of reds and


blues in the leafy branches and on the roots.

But the leaves do warm in color and the birds


traverse the distances. She wonders if she will

age and the skin will grey upon her hand,


so resting across her breast. Will she age in mind

as well, aged in waiting, as if by a window?


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Margaret Beaver's poems have appeared or are forthcoming in various online literary magazines. Her first chapbook, The Memory Speaks, is available from Victorian Violet Press. She is a student at Georgia State University, where she studies Psychology, with plans of entering Graduate School.