Vermont Arts Council

Aaron Brown, 2020 Original Poetry Winner

Freckles

They merged,
burned
from his
to mine,
from shiny scalps,
spotted hands
Littered cheeks swarming,
in season
carrying the numerous weight,
grandma smoking
cigarettes,
2nd grade bullies,
And gentle nicotine stains
kisses.
To burden
my back,
neck,
stomach,
swelling crescendo of
dirty dots,
flood
forearms, once
they are
flesh, blood
once, they are
ash dirt
camouflage.
Body quakes,
vibrate
off fingertips,
Chaining
Pedigree to his
stomach scars
Sunburned shoulders, a
silent soot
“Not scars.”
he says,
Stars
speckling a night sky,
“We are an ocean”
In the mirror is caked
Mud ground up,
imbedded.
“Not injuries.”
Lessons,
Cuts,
Marks,
Of an ancestral tree.
Each son is Atlas.
So he thrust me
resilience, in
genetic,
spread out
mentality.
Not his.
Not mine.
Ours,

And our Fathers.

Aaron Brown

Gold Key, 2020 Scholastic Art & Writing Awards 


 

admin-place May 28, 2020