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:
- Forty Years Later by Martin Willitts, Jr
- The battle of fire by Tanisha Avarsekar
- Popcorn, Glass Balls, and Cranberries by Vachel Lindsay
- Wandering Singers by Sarojini Naidu
- The Fathers by Siegfried Sassoon
- Jeane’s Wedden Day In Mornen by William Barnes
- Look not in my eyes, for fear poem – A. E. Housman
- The Rose Of The World by William Butler Yeats
- The Three Monuments by William Butler Yeats
- Epistle from Esopus to Maria by Robert Burns
- I Awake and Choose To Live by P.J.Reed
- Николай Гумилев – Зараза
- Conversation Galante by T. S. Eliot
- Владимир Луговской – Пепел
- Степан Щипачев – Шар земной
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
- Covenent by Rudyard Kipling
- Columns by Rudyard Kipling
- Cold Iron by Rudyard Kipling
- Cleared by Rudyard Kipling
- Cities and Thrones and Powers by Rudyard Kipling
- Christmas in India by Rudyard Kipling
- Cholera Camp by Rudyard Kipling
- Chapter Headings by Rudyard Kipling
- Chant-Pagan by Rudyard Kipling
- Certain Maxims Of Hafiz by Rudyard Kipling
- Cells by Rudyard Kipling
- Cain and Abel by Rudyard Kipling
- By the Hoof of the Wild Goat by Rudyard Kipling
- Butterflies by Rudyard Kipling
- Brookland Road by Rudyard Kipling
- Bridge-Guard in the Karroo by Rudyard Kipling
- Boots by Rudyard Kipling
- Blue Roses by Rudyard Kipling
- Bill ‘Awkins by Rudyard Kipling
- Belts 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
