Matt Mooney

Rookie - 97 Points (1943 / South Galway, Ireland.)

Agnes - Poem by Matt Mooney

Agnes, over the half door
Of their old thatched house,
Roguish eyes disarming,
Handed us some apples:
Coveted Beauty of Bath
From the tempting orchard,
Tasting as sweet as a kiss-
And it's still a taste I miss;
Freckled red and yellow,
Flushed white to the core;
Scholars in the afternoon,
After one, wanting more.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

She became like a favourite aunt to us who knew her.

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  • Gold Star - 6,166 Points Hazel Durham (12/24/2012 7:10:00 AM)

    Memories of your youth and a special woman, so beautifully written! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 18, 2012


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