I wake up trembling
Time vibrating, tolling
Like a church bell
(2)
I see you standing there
dressed in yellow, arms raised -
backlit translucent butter muslin
Visions pulsing like stars before my eye:
You, with red hair in a fluffy coat
You, in sky blue crêpe party dress -
toggled at the neck in amber
You, in a silk dress, smiling -
he stoops, his arm slung
around your shoulders
You, standing straight and crisp
in your blue uniforn
silver buckle belted
A Place For Naming |
(3)
The third of four children,
I slipped out barely noticed
among the dogs of war
and other fine distractions.
Later on I made you tea
and passed hard tests,
wrote so many books
just to please your heart
and catch your eye
There is the legend -
a story told so many times -
of me in your arms, you walking
to the church, waist high in snow -
to expunge your sin
and endow me with
a name made up by the man
who loved lost boys.
(4)
I see you standing here
dressed in yellow, arms raised -
all translucent butter muslin
Really beautiful, Wendy. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteI really moving piece Wendy with some beautiful imagery. I love 'slipped out barely noticed among the dogs of war' and the walk through the snow...a touching, at times poignant picture of mother and daughter
ReplyDeleteThank you both for your sensitivity. wx
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