in my cabinet of curiosities
a creamy appendix floats
twisted stub in viscous fluid
tight jar
a pressed floret of hydrangea
like paper, shifts with my breath
a comet adrift
a pocket medical dictionary scored
with lists of supplies
a war bound ancestor’s writing
loops and arrhythmia
black ink
the skipping rope bequeathed
by my big sister
red wooden handles, dirty knots
the pride of show and tell
hand me down
scabs like petals, honours
of the asphalt playgrounds
baby teeth,
powdered and fairy touched
a badge for every protest
through the decades
now recycled
'arms are for holding' still,
linked through their keepers
linked through their keepers
This is beautiful. And I love that the cabinet is keeping its lovely eye on those wonderful objects and memories
ReplyDeleteI am glad you can see the eye! Thanks, Lizz!
ReplyDeleteActually Lizz and Anna there is an influence of all the object poems here, objects ever fascinating. Been trying to work out how to handle it as it is such a big emotional subject for me.
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