who knew she was there
hidden inside that thing that turns
her girl upside down and inside out
(poison, really, a small inefficient
killing field) let loose in a body still
young enough to smell of milk
in the morning, one the mother must
return to sit beside and stand over
to stroke the soft cheek, catch the soft
vomit, be steel to all that softness — a shield —
and, when called upon, to scream
like a banshee yet,
for the most part,
sits beside is all she can do, hands in lap
but running the spellcheck just now
over the girl’s story — all those
words, sharp teeth biting at the last
of life’s full belly — there she is! mother
over and over: the unexpected
heart
of the matter, with key
on one side,
and happy on the
other
Mary McCallum
This poem is for my friend Jan. Do check out other Tuesday Poems - there's the magnificent Bogong Moth on the hub and then in the sidebar you can find 30 poets with poems they've posted especially for today. Enjoy!
5 comments:
love and heart and well chosen words to hold it xxx
Mary, this is a powerfully moving and tender poem. A true poem. A love-in-action poem.
Thank you.
C x
very strong and beautiful without sentiment.
Yes, powerful poem -- both hard and soft. I love how you do that here. Such a poem is not easy to write.
Love this Mary - thank you for posting.
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