Thursday, March 13, 2014

Symmetry

I twirl the plastic ring from the milk
Around the surface of the table.
The day is dark with fog through the picture window
My reflection is your ghost.

I used to be a mirror
The strands of our pale hair entwined
The fibers of our sweater sleeves
Felted themselves into tiny balls as we walked.

I spoke too much.
You, not enough.
Unless I count the dissenting voice in your head.
I heard it in the downturn of your mouth.

I dug a hole, built a burrow around us.
And like the mole in Thumbelina trapped the swallow,
I wanted to hide you in the dark.
You wanted the sky. You wanted escape.

So I wait for the small ring to move.
Just a small sign from you, my reflection.
My swallow. My sister.
Dear mouse.

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Fiction today. I've been a bit obsessed with the novel Her Fearful Symmertry by Audrey Niffenegger. Here, I let one sister [character] mourn a change in circumstances.


6 comments:

  1. Ah. This is such a poignant poem--so particularly intimate with the pet names at the end. k.

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  2. This is such authentic writing, which ranks highly with me when it comes to fiction. Your attention to detail creates such a real memory sequence for me - I could picture it all so clearly - which made the emotion at the end quite tangible.

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  3. Tenderness and the weight of history lend a beautiful poignancy to your poem.

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  4. Beautiful...I feel the weight of your words on a personal level

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  5. caught me from the strong open and kept me through the taut entirety ~

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