A poem by Mac Ramsay
by eatonhamilton
prickly pear, photo: Jane Eaton Hamilton 2013, Sedona
Life is a lot of fun sometimes, and one of them is when your poems get taught in high schools and then used to make something new (a la Amber Dawn’s glossas). The italics are mine. (I hasten to add that I did not participate in this project, so all of this belongs to Mac.) Hasn’t he done a great job?
Ringworm (with Jane Eaton Hamilton)
I’m sick with the sea
Salty, sunkissed soliloquy
With white caps
Bold and in all caps
Her adoring eyes
Brooding for the skin she never gave
To understand charm
We learn potential like a language
Oh how a lover is a fist
Bruising only to instill belief that you are still tender
Sweet pea where are you?
Between a cup of coffee and freshly potted daffodils
You etched my name on your palms and were not sorry
Reminiscing with the smell of blood orange
You put an apple on my cheek
And told me not to drop it
By Mac Ramsay
Eaton Hamilton 
Beautiful! In both process and result … how great that you trusted yourselves and each other in bringing forth something new …
That must have been fun for both of you. Awesome work, Mac. You’ve woven your words with hers and with new images with thoughtfulness, skill, and grace. The result is quite lovely.