I watched the froth go down and the yellow liquid rise to meet it. I twisted the glass around and it tipped over and spilled on his arthritic knee. I looked to the side and didn’t apologize. His beautiful bony fingers flicked off the foam in separate particles as if it was incidental lint he had finally noticed.
The decision is yours now.
He rubbed the liquid into his pant leg. I sighed. Either decision I make will kill something.
And so, you want to hang in this ether land forever?
Yes.
And if I pulled your hair?
And if I scalded your mouth?
And if I made a teepee of birch billets with you in the centre?
Look at me.
No.
He went away.
Next night the phone rang.
I’ll meet you at Glacier and First Point. You must be exact.
I’ll be there for three evenings.
For three nights I wore myself ragged but couldn’t find where.
Friday evening the doorbell rang. He handed me two books by Aksel Sandemose. I put my fingers exactly where his warm fingerprints still lingered on the top book and closed the door. I read and waited.
(There was a tidal wave and a woman went from window to window with a candle in her hand as her house floated out the bay. They rescued her in St. Lawrence.)
When you are ready, if ever, light your own candle.
Two years later, my hand shook as I held the match. His hair had greyed around the temples and he crippled shyly.
Five years later, two babies look hauntingly like him. He is chopping wood in the backyard. He stops.
Look at me. I fooled you years ago. Glacier is in Iceland and I tore out all the pages where it was written in that book. Do you regret that we called the babies Abstract and Zero? Come feel Aunt Hilda and Didymus under my fingernails.
His gentle laugh ripped the night sky, and I got pregnant again.
Copyright ©:
Agnes Walsh
A few random poems:
- The Only One I Can’t Live Without, Its You by Miraj Patel
- On A Mischievous Bull, Which The Owner Him Sold At The Author’s Instance by William Cowper
- The Oak poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Hobbinol; or The Rural Games by William Somervile
- The Road To Ruin by Siegfried Sassoon
- The Gladness of Nature by William Cullen Bryant
- A Poem
- Hear the Voice by William Blake
- The Princess In The Tower by Sara Teasdale
- Thought. by Walt Whitman
- On The Death Of The Vice-Chancellor, A Physician (Translated From Milton) by William Cowper
- My Heart Is Heavy by Sara Teasdale
- Paris, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s poem: Paris by T. Wignesan.
- Andrea del Sarto by Robert Browning
- The Child Is Father To The Man poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- The Bell Buoy by Rudyard Kipling
- The Ballad of the Red Earl by Rudyard Kipling
- The Ballad of the King’s Mercy by Rudyard Kipling
- The Ballad of the King’s Jest by Rudyard Kipling
- The Ballad of Fisher’s Boarding-House by Rudyard Kipling
- The Ballad of East and West by Rudyard Kipling
- The Answer by Rudyard Kipling
- Tarrant Moss by Rudyard Kipling
- Sussex by Rudyard Kipling
- Study of an Elevation, In Indian Ink by Rudyard Kipling
- South Africa by Rudyard Kipling
- Song of the Wise Children by Rudyard Kipling
- Song of the Red War-Boat by Rudyard Kipling
- Song of Diego Valdez by Rudyard Kipling
- Soldier an’ Sailor Too by Rudyard Kipling
- Snarleyow by Rudyard Kipling
- Sir Richard’s Song by Rudyard Kipling
- Shillin’ a Day by Rudyard Kipling
- Seven Watchmen by Rudyard Kipling
- Seal Lullaby by Rudyard Kipling
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)
Qwant – the best search engine for searches in French, German as well as Romance and Germanic languages.
Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees
Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.
Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
