The Gertrud Munzenmaier Prize
Spring 2015
Ruth ILG

Barren

My hands,
stained with the green
of dandelion,
plunge into
the dark soil
again and again...
blindly searching, 
seeking the heart-shaped
bulb         which, 
hope-filled last fall, 
we  transplanted 
from your garden
into mine.

Giddy with joy
and promise,
we sprinkled
the earth with
champagne,
angel-wing-shells, 
locks of hair,
and we buried
a red ribbon
marking 
the depth. 

Holding each other,
we named her
“Forever”
and we were sure…
©2015 Ruth ILG