Thursday, November 17, 2011

POEM: I fear my mother will

I fear my mother will,
upon her death, become omnipresent;
all-knowing, all-powerful.
I shall be in my lover's house
safeguarded - I think-
from the eyes of my husband.
I shall be about to come
when just at the wrong time
in that pervasive darkness,
my mother's invisible right hand
will make itself known.
And a voice - hers: I will recognize it-
will demand
that I rise up and go home.
She will pull the blanket protectively, prudishly,
over my naked breasts
And I,
embarrassed, and mother-beaten,
will retrieve my clothes from the floor
and go home.


feiane (fe-yan) said...

your a good writer.... kudos.!


Carole McDonnell said...

Thanks so much, Feiane! I appreciate that. -C

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