Monthly Archives: January 2020

Each

Each kiss was

more liquid and

each seeped into

each

Those We Leave Behind

Fridayam's Blog

In Memoriam Elaine Maclean Miller (1952-2013)

 

Her knock on the door was always prompt,

her uniform spotless despite the

poverty of her house.

We held hands in those days when

five-year-olds took themselves to school,

me in charge, one month older.

Same family, different circumstances:

me urgently peering over the parapet,

seeking a way out of the North End;

her, kind, sweet-hearted but

unconcerned by horizons, staying within

walking distance of home.

 

Our side of the family live long:

hers die young, as did she,

bleeding out into soft furnishings,

her roots in the coffins of her kin,

mine waving about madly,

feelers in other air.

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Stared at by Stars

Fridayam's Blog

Sometimes I wonder how I can
go out at night, being
stared at by stars, indifferent but
knowing my business,
hearing the rows, the
peculiar silence of
just-slammed doors, the
attrition of life unlived, the
rows of books unread and
unwritten, the smell of
ambition lacking, goals,
projects, leaking from windows.

I turn up my collar, pull my
hat down, refuse to
look those cold
hard stars in the eye.

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Present, Tense

Fridayam's Blog

I am present, tense, expecting the

thump of memory in my back, the

wham of what will in my belly,

a giant Newton’s Cradle where

past and future hammer present to

make it appear to stay still.

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If Betelgeuse should Blow?

You have been my totem since I

first felt the pull of stars, first

understood the deep cold chasm of

space beyond our warm world, and I

wanted to show my grandchildren

(should I have any)

Orion whole, not as the

maimed hero who tried to

throw the grenade back and

lost his right hand.

 

But the sky forever changes and we

never notice, so your death will

make people look up at a

sudden second sun and maybe,

dying down, you will become a

nebula to vie with that which

hangs from Orion’s belt, a

diadem of uncertainty.

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