joannagilmanhyde

"Good Morning, World!"

COLOUR ME SILVER

The Hawk Kitchen 8:20am

The Glare

of

Silver fills

My Hawk Outpost

Window

beaming out to Me

I stare

& see the afterglow

of

familiar lime green

when I

blink

SUNDAY MORNING 2

The Hawk Corner Room 11:02am

How must I write

of the peacefulness

of The Morning –

under the snow

– last for spring –

under brilliant sun

shining its silver

off the sea

I will not row

today

STABLIZATION

The Hawk Library 12:16pm

I have My Shower

– Show Her –

of Flashing Silver

formalized

in the reflection off

My Husband’s book cases

engulfing

The Machine

upon Which I row

My Millions

DRESSED FOR THE WORLD

The Hawk En-suite Bath  7:30pm

In My Floor-length

Mirror

I strike an imposing figure

sealed in grey

layers

Silver Chains

I am the correct weight

for a Woman My Height

which is tall

as My Lacquered Hands

will reach

With These Hands

gilded in Gold

I reach for The Sun

never to forget The Moon

I observe The Stars

– The People –

living & dying

forever on

Our Earth

LISTEN

The Hawk Kitchen 4:41pm

The First Recognizable

Call

I’ve heard for Spring

is that of The Jay

My Childhood Friend

with the tumult

of waves

breaking through

the new rain

TRANSFORMATION

DTC Natural Store, Barrington Passage 11:30am

Today is the 22nd

Anniversary

of My Mother’s Death

& I have anointed

My

Self

with Vanilla Bean

Lotion

given to Me

by a healing friend

MY WORD!

The Hawk Kitchen 8:05pm

Tonight @ Supper

which I didn’t burn

My 2nd Husband

accepted

that I Am

The 2nd Coming

Of Christ

PROFUSION

The Hawk Kitchen 1:15pm

I have bled before

a stand of Crows

I have wept in dreams

of a pristine throat

muted white with a thin pink bow —

The Dead Princess Neck

of alabaster silence

commanding Me to throw

My Words up and out

* x & !

The Tomato -coloured Couch 5:17pm

I curse God

from High Places

like My Inner Core

He deserves nothing less

than My Verbal Onslaught

witnessed by My Husband

as I rail against His Glory

so exempt

from what I

stand for

GIRLS’ NIGHT OUT

The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:44pm

Women are burning up

all over this fair world

They’re trying to make supper

& carrying on conversations

at the same time

talking about what it’s like

to have all The Power

& no place to put it

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