The sun is out. The grass smells good. I’m back in my room. Will go out again for a short run or walk.
I’m not in a mood to blog. But who says I’m not in a mood for poetry? Don’t care who reads this, but here it is:
“I have to tell you”
I have to tell you,
there are times when
the sun strikes me
like a gong,
and I remember everything,
even your ears.
***
I had been nicknamed Galadriel some time ago. Not sure why. Fantasy genre readers/writers, I agree, do look at things in a certain way. And I wouldn’t mind having mauve hair and blue skin. Here’s her picture as per Wikipedia:
The ‘ear’ bit was creepy. For more creepy poems, contact Sharon Olds.
Creepy? Hmm, I didn’t think so, Vatsa. I was laughing, and thinking – what a clever poet, uses euphemisms so well; says ears when she might be thinking something else… And Sharon Olds is creepy for you? Which poem of hers? She is sorta graphic, but creepy…? Kindly copy paste as an example.
INTERLOPER- Sharon Olds
All the time the daughter was away,
she did not think of her mother.
Overfed in other women’s houses,
she dried while they washed, looking out of
their windows at their views.
The night she entered her own house again
she felt someone was there already.
There was a shadow on the stairs.
The bed had a dent.
She went to sleep and
dreamed of hunger.
Next day, everywhere
she saw signs of the other woman, the one who
was there first. The view from her kitchen
was altered, she could not get her face
at the right angle.
Her children began to
cling to her clothes like sucklings hanging off
the animal’s tits. She went down to the pond and
saw the branch held out over the water
like a dunking stool. She began to beat her
mother’s head against the stone dam
and together they rolled the body into the water.
Formatting problem.
MV, read this a couple times. More than ‘creepy’, something tragic strikes me here. And the title is suggestive of a sort of conjunction, a facilitation between two things – a person and the past, the unknown, the unsaid, the raw and the unsettling. Olds definitely not just startles, but also stuns. Of course I understand why you’re saying it is creepy. There is a certain ambiance of foreboding. Let me read this more, again … And thanks a lot for posting this! Where did you find this one btw? Was the formatting problem regarding the stanzas or in the poem’s alignment? Post me the link to it, if you have one. Thanks again!