it’s raining in my heart
where I walk alone
Persephone
Proserpina
come home to Hera
come home to mother
the brick wall turns everything
to stone
not captured but abandoned
standing in the lovely
navy and white dress
left long ago
where the fields were
being decimated
and also leaving
so go home then
apologies to Kate McGarrigle’s Proserpina
Persephone is a great favourite of my heart and this made me feel her stumbling.
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ReplyDeleteDear Anna, From the other side. An old one with the same dress.
A PALE BLUE DRESS
I can't believe that I thought that I knew
she was smart, as smart as I pictured her
putting the shining wash on a white line
watering the plants, sprinkling the chickens
in a pale blue dress with no underwear —
come to bed at night with only a sexy moan.
OK. Erase that likeness. She was plenty smart.
Proud house plants wilted under the stress
and the chickens all one day fled for the trees.
The underwear was wrapped three times around.
OK. She was smart enough to hide her feelings.
She sprinkled me enough that I climbed away
Though I believed she was smart. OK. Not that.
I believed I was smart to know when a blue dress
looks like it should come off it sometimes doesn't.
Hiding my feelings about that makes me smart.
Scotch that. It makes me almost smart enough
to read a pale blue dress, so well, so well.
Thanks Kerri, Susan and Rob
ReplyDeleteJut love this.
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