Vessels
Medusa--from Greek mythology—“guardian, ,protectress”
The
owl and the pussycat went out to sea in a beautiful pea-green boat
--Edward Lear
Deep sockets of greying clouds--watery graves
turning over in their dark harbours
were my mother’s azure eyes after years of suffering
Nights of tormented tossing
the anxious wringing of blood from decaying rags of skin
Chilling fear cast on tides both real and imagined
set her adrift--a virginal vessel of nerves sinking
into polite depths of raging dementia
Nerves whose far-reaching arms with emotional pull
whose tuning-fork mind might intuitively grasp
Hope’s fraying high-wire tossed above
Truth’s bottomless floor
This way and that way she turned
This way and that way she turned from and to us—
turned to and from her cherished chimeras receding farther
into their horizons Turned from and finally to
her Eternal Lamp of Night reflecting reflecting
wavelength upon wavelength:
What will they think of me? What will they think of me!—
that shallow end of a liquid whisper
in which we her dutiful sirens drowned daily--
midnight-devotees lip-syncing in unison
The Rocky Horror Picture Show
A foil for our father’s madness my mother—born to serve—
shielded us from that which she left us most vulnerable to
No sacrifice too big for her fragile tidal wave-breaking heart
no criticism to escape her velvet-gloved tentacles
We turning from bedrock to perfected stone
stood before her—an antique looking glass—
a Fun-House corridor of distorted and noble ideals
unrecognizable to ourselves as she was to herself—
a glass nobody—a message in a bottle--
head tossed from sea to polished sea
in a beautiful pea-green boat
the gift
i asked you to write me this
poem
before you could find the
words
to tell
me you don’t even know me
(i’m disguised as myself
today)
i still trip over your
laces
and other fancy
thoughts
i’d like to know who you
are
so we can untie the
knots
i used to call you mama
i never did catch your real
name
i always had trouble
pronouncing mine
so am i or
are you to blame?
i choke on the strings
that tie us apart
guilt has baited fate
but i’ll not be
swallowed
by the lump in my
throat
could it be your words i
ate?
i walk your lines
while you tow mine
with oriental feet
love is learning to
unlearn
the pain of being
unbound
i start all my paragraphs
with I now
so that i don’t lose my
place
you came first so long
ago
i don’t have a face
i lie awake in your
daydreams
waiting to come true
papa didn’t get any
older
just a deeper shade of
blue
now it’s
time to tuck you in ginny
with honesty and grace
you leave more than just a
memory
wrapped in an embrace
i’d give you everything
you’ve got
to have your gift for
giving
the only thing left i have
left to give
is the reason you gave me
for living
someday i’ll heed that part
of me
that bears me sane and
whole
that calls me in when i’m
undone
and life is getting
cold
but
now it’s time to say so long
here’s one last kiss to grow
on
you’ll always be my little
girl
who’ll help me tie your bow
on?
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