Saturday, April 30, 2011

When My Friend Left a Marriage



She relied on cinematic memory and pruning shears
to fit twenty years into boxes
and sort out what is
and what is not needed

boxes of soft-backed books with loosened glue spines,
four Chinese bowls from Hong Kong,
three non-immersable electric appliances

She takes eighteen photographs
in silver toned frames
In one a birch tree strains
to stand. separate from underbrush
and unending hedges.
" I felt that way," she tells me as I
pack the Chinese bowls

The first day in her new house
I help her hang a photo of two Bennington rockers
next to a sampler she copied
from one done two hundred years ago

The first Sunday she invites friends for brunch
I bring damson jelly, someone brings scones

Near the window a plant in an earthenware pot
gathers in the sun
New leaves unwrap


Linda Watskin
Day 30 Poetic Asides


5 comments:

  1. Great write about new beginnings, with that look back over her shoulder....well done!

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  2. ...new leaves unwrap...

    what a beautiful image

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  3. That last line opens up so many possibilities.

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  4. the freshness
    of a new space
    and sunlight =)

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  5. rebirth of love and life is divine,
    bittersweet piece.
    well done.

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