Monday, August 9, 2010

Tuesday Poem: angel

she undoes her hands shows him how

tendrils of corn hair lie plaited in her palm

it’s angel hair she says in a cool

cool voice but her heart is telltale beating

her cheek slips into shadow no one looks

as her hand closes back in the fold of the other

at night when he is asleep she opens

her eyes and waits for the wing to descend

Pam M


  1. Intense, condensed, has the strength of the particular. Puzzling, otherworldly. A kid I spose, a Dad I spose but there could be more layers... "at night when he is asleep"... sounds like he's right beside her sleeping (husband or partner), but it's probably not (though is it the kid inside the woman? Has cool, spring-loaded energy and the tension of secrets, but light with it. "the wing' - very focused and particular. Dreaming while awake? Taking a bit of heaven any way you can? And the angel must be an aspect of the girl / woman as well...
    troubling and beautiful.

  2. Thanks JB. You have responded with what I'd hoped to evoke and more.

  3. ˙ǝɹnʇnɟ ǝɥʇ uı ssǝɔɔns ǝɹoɯ uıɐƃ noʎ ɥsıʍ ı

    ¡dn ʇı dǝǝʞ ˙pooƃ sʞooן ƃoןq ɹnoʎ
    ¿noʎ ǝɹɐ ʍoɥ ¡oןןǝɥ

  4. Oh, Pam, what a lovely transparent soft poem--gorgeous, truly.

  5. Thank you vespersparrow. I'm glad you liked it (especially glad because of the echoes that your poems carry for me/in me.)