Housekeeping
Reading glasses swinging back and forth, dangling from a drug store string slung around my neck I said, to myself of course, I never want to wear this kind of thing. But now I do, sometimes. I like the idea of relaxing, being a comfortable woman of the home, swinging open the door in a batik housedress, casually welcoming someone in, pets or as the French say, animals for company, something like that. As if pets had no other reason to be. Years of watching women folding, unfolding, refolding socks, sheets, dinner napkins, a lot happens in those moments of freshly laundered piles heaped onto the sofa, better the dining room table as long as it’s clean of course. My grandparents hung it all out in the sun, flopping away without a care, ironing sheets was necessary. When my paternal grandmother died, the very night she passed over the clothesline, into the black heavens sprinkled with sequins of silver, she came to me in a dream. I stood at a table folding clothes, I became aware that there was someone next to me folding as well. I first recognized her hands, red and wrinklie, with age spots. “Nanny?” I didn’t look toward her; she said in her most comforting southern way, “Don’t be afraid.” Then I turned toward the left looking up, up, up, and there she was all in white, a long crisp gown, fresh and smiling. “I love you.” She’d spoke. Then she was gone.
Comments (4)
I love the progression highlighted in your poems.
I'm definitely in the same court as Ward on this one. Beautifully written and visual enough without the images. I'm glad you followed is advice.
Visualy appealing
this is lovely for a lot of reasons...many stars and a wish. firstly, my wish- I wish you let the words do the "talking" - they are enough, more than enough, to convey your intent; each haiku having its own title and picture (for me) weakens the beauty and invention of your imagery.- as if to say, "this is what I mean by this..." Stars...I am not surprised that this took some work - your imagery is quite wonderful in all four haikus; your use of alliteration and consonance in each is smooth and effective - and a couple of simply beautiful images- "bloody light slowly sieves to stars" "a silhouette snags the sun"...please! all of it constructed with wit and purpose. finally - a poem truly worthy of praise