scar almanac

geraldine connolly

 

The scar is the memory of the wound. If the scar spoke, she would have a beautiful voice.

The skin waits for the scar like the geisha waits for her lover.

The scar is a mirror, a montage, a village of shadows.

If the scar serves a purpose, let it remain.

Some people are so tame they don’t even have a single scar.

A man without a scar, says Plutarch, will undertake to become a general.

A row of scars is the route to originality. We grew and grew them,

 

like  pomegranates, like apricots.

All the scars, like burning roses, like cartwheels, turn in the dusty air.

My metaphors are my wounds, wrote Nelly Sachs.

If the scar serves a purpose, let it remain.

To dream of scars is to dream of premonitions.

Blister. Cicatrice. Brand. Slash.

A scar is a deformity and a sign of ownership.

When Rappacini’s daughter lost her birthmark, she lost her identity.

The ladder of years is a ladder of scars.

I was crazy for you and your departure left a scar.

The scar is a great ornament, not easy to wear,

 

brought by the arrow of love, a guest.

All night long the scars sing their lonely songs.

The dogwood tree holds its scars like medals.

Because I love you, I will leave my scar along your back.

After the war scarred the earth, each new war began.

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