Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Poem #13 Thirty Poems in Thirty Days

A Merry-Go-Around Travels a Straight Line

My mother’s white kid gloves
washed in the bathroom sink
stiffened in the air
Her absent hands hung over metal hangers

I stretched my arm
beyond its place, out of its pivot
to catch a brass ring
I hooked my finger each time my horse
passed the outstretched metal arm
with its brass and silver rings

I rode my horse off the merry-go-round
broke loose on a curve
rode over checkerboard grain fields
over cut glass cliffs of mica
past cypress trees
past meandering rivers
I zig zagged through ocean foam

My mother pulled her white kid gloves
over ruby polished nails
to help me down

Linda © 2009
NaPoWriMo: 30 Poems in 30 days.

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