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
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...
ReplyDeletetroubling and beautiful.
Thanks JB. You have responded with what I'd hoped to evoke and more.
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Oh, Pam, what a lovely transparent soft poem--gorgeous, truly.
ReplyDeleteThank you vespersparrow. I'm glad you liked it (especially glad because of the echoes that your poems carry for me/in me.)
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