When I brought her out to the place after Father died,
months after we put her in a home
she went to the window, where I had opened the drapes;
she spread her arms up to the light, saying
Oh, the mountains.
There they were rocking
in a sea of veiled lavender twilight
striations of crimson clouds, contrails
and geese arrowing off toward Medicine Bow.
So it was that she could have remembered light
when she lay dying.
I go down the stairs with trepidation,
dragging my broken leg in its brace,
the leg that will not heal,
now like a question mark made of iron,
I am like a bear pulling loose from a tree,
bringing the stump with me
To the softness of afternoon, the mare I slipped from
grazing on emerald grass
Never Summer mountains in the distance
At my back, the dark circle of rooms where I have felt safe
the redolent bedroom with lace curtains,
Brahms in the dark,
dolls with upturned faces
in damask bonnets,
a candle beneath a cross
My heart breaks when I think of it
so long in a prison of fear
a cave devoid of angels
Where is the true break, the real fracture:
I caress the face I see in the mirror
and anoint it with cold water.
So beautiful, Jenne’, the mountains rocking in a sea of veiled lavender twilight… caressing the face in the mirror… Are we our mothers’ daughters? What are we?
Thank you…hope you’re doing well, thinking of you…xj
Thanks… you are growing in your work by leaps and bounds; don’t stop! xj
So many excellent images! The line “Brhams in the dark” is stunning. I love the way you write about your habitat from many different points of view. A very creative idea. Thank you for sharing this, Jenne.
Thank you Gerry– wondered if you blogged and how you found me…xj
Thank you! I may have asked you, but do you blog, and if so, where? xj
This moved me; it’s beautifully realized, Jenne. And, oh, that last stanza!
Thanks so very much. I think the highest compliment that can be paid to a poet is to say that they have realized what they tried to say. I am so very grateful for you and I will tell you that you do help me believe that I am loved. xxxj