Tagged: husband

The Hawk Basement

Yesterday I painted A Star
My Red Star
on the concrete wall
of My Husband’s unfinished Library –
He let Me do it and only
worried that His Books might smell
of spray paint
but They’re OK this morning –
This Morning when I thought:
“I’ll go down there to put
little knobs, globs of red
on the ends of The Star –”
but My Red Star is Not
a cutesy-poo Snowman Star
My Red Star Has No Endings

My Red Star gleams for People
like My Husband’s Daughter
Who’s had an “untimely” X Miss

My Red Star lasers Those in Grief
Who Miss & Miss & Miss

My Red Star glows for The Sick
& Dying
Who may not know Where
They are going or what
Their Pain might be telling Them

My Red Star sparkles for Children
Born & Unborn
Who must listen to Adults
Adults’ Tricks
& My Red Star signals Those Adults
Who Trick Themselves

My Red Star
Is Painted For Me

Joanna Hyde
December 26th 2011  The Hawk
10:52am

The Hawk Living Room

I held The Little Tin Box
holding an encasement of glass
loose in a tin framework
with silver filaments inside
& some kind of Praying Lady –
I kept staring at It

The Little Tin Box was set upon
by Me & set upon the top of a giant glass case
housing stuffed birds
& It, My Little Tin Shadow Box
was left behind
in one of those numerous houses named
The Laundry, The Pirates’ Lair, or Oliver Jenning’s
temporarily housing My Mother, My Brother & Me
while My Father was elsewhere

Today I got a Case
from The Framer here
in My Adulthood, A Shadow Box
holding My Advent Calender
made for My Grandparents
when I was a Teenager
in My Single Mother’s House

I have My Glass Shadow Box Now
with Its secret compartments
tipped back for partial view –
My Own Glass Shadow Box
is Here, inside My Living Room
in My House by The Ocean
Housing My Husband, My Daughter & Me

 

Joanna Hyde
December 18th 2011   The Hawk
4:50 pm