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:
- On The Author Of Letters On Literature by William Cowper
- A Forest Hymn by William Cullen Bryant
- A man said to the universe: by Stephen Crane
- Why do ye torture me? by Patrick Pearse
- O Blush Not So! poem – John Keats poems
- Dust by Sara Teasdale
- Sonnet To Henry Cowper, Esq. by William Cowper
- Жан де Лафонтен – Старый Кот и Мышонок
- Владимир Маяковский – Профсоюзы – производства рычаг… (Главполитпросвет №10)
- Lamia. Part I poem – John Keats poems
- Reviving My Feminity poem – Amy Cavanaugh poems | Poems and Poetry
- Sonnet 56: Sweet love, renew thy force, be it not said by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet Xiii
- Владимир Британишский – Лето 1845 года в Соколове
- Николай Тихонов – Длинный путь
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
- INTO THE LAIR by Satish Verma
- Intimidation by Satish Verma
- In Transit by Satish Verma
- In Thoughtless Mind by Satish Verma
- In Abeyance by Satish Verma
- In a Sombre Mood by Satish Verma
- Impresa by Satish Verma
- Immaculacy by Satish Verma
- I Begin To Think by Satish Verma
- Hurting Dive by Satish Verma
- Homing by Satish Verma
- Pandering by Satish Verma
- Holding On by Satish Verma
- OPTIONS by Satish Verma
- OFF-LIMITS by Satish Verma
- Oblivion by Satish Verma
- O You by Satish Verma
- NIGHT RAID by Satish Verma
- Night Light by Satish Verma
- Muttering by Satish Verma
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
