After She Left Them in the Woods
It wasn’t the children; it was
the ever after mess of them.
fingerprints on all the goblets,
shavings from the twigs the boy
carved ceaselessly just like his mother
taught him. Always the sainted mother
with those two. Dust in all the curlicues,
the French Provincial she had favored.
I pleaded, take me to Ikea!
I would have built a bonfire
but for the ash.
It’s so quiet now without them.
Every surface flat and calm
as water in a pail before the wash.
I’ll not lay my feet down on the carpet.
Leave no tracks.
this strikes at my heart – the generational pull & tug, the holy mother of cleanliness, the poignant point of being without them. plus killer lines throughout like “calm/as water in a pail before the wash”
this is how a really good poem can be better than a really good movie.
I really enjoyed this poem.
dust in all the curliques — love this line, in fact there are lots of lines in this poem to love.
What a good poem. I love the Ikea line! “the ever after mess of them” is excellent
Fairy-tale forward…the IKEA was so surprising and fun.