When she turned it was green
or was it violet the light
in his eyes sharp as the pinprick
scratch of dried grass beneath
his shoulders his mother used
to favor an odd word: quieten
quieten yourself now she would say
when he or one of his sisters
cried or got out of hand but peace
is absent here where someone
has been painting the land around
him all the shades of autumn
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Image: Lillaby/Pixabay
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