joannagilmanhyde

"Good Morning, World!"

PRAYER FOR THE PIGS

The Hawk Queen Bed 7:14pm

“This Little Piggy Went To Market —

He was killed humanely

This Little Piggy Stayed Home

He watched TV with The Dog

This Little Piggy Ate Roast Beef

He didn’t like what He saw on Food Inc

This Little Piggy Had None

He was vegetarian

And This Little Piggy Went Wee Wee Wee

All The Way Home —

peeing in His pants”

THE APPARITION

The Hawk Queen Bed 4:38pm

Today on 2 hrs sleep

from 2 mgs Ativan

I began the sculpted head

of My Beautiful Dark Haired Woman

Who appeared on My Right Shoulder

in Roseway Hospital

October 1993

She said a lullaby in My Ear —

the most melodious voice I had ever heard

and today I have swaddled a Styrofoam core

in thin slices of plasticine

hyperventilating as I went

hearing My Son’s suggestion

from yesterday’s walk on The Hawk Beach —

“Mom, why don’t You just

exhaust Your Self?”

every slice

from a red-handled knife My Brother gave Me

pushed Me on to panel the form —

My Goal was to cover it, and I did

after carving HTWH in the Styrofoam skull

resting on My Ceramic Bluenose Plate

My Keepsake from the childhood crossings

in that vessel from Bar Harbor, Maine

to Yarmouth, Nova Scotia

when I was so happy

with My Little Family

of Mother, Brother and Me

WEEK 11

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 4:05pm

Tonight We’re having a dinner party

for My Two Children

My Daughter’s Boyfriend

and a tree-planting friend

I haven’t met.

The Table is set

with Silver and a new package

of steak knives.

I am wearing a new top

bought with Eliza in Yarmouth —

it’s the colour

of Chamomile Tea

drunk from one surviving mug

of My Grandmother’s

served for My Tea

with milk and sugar

after ballet lessons

MEAT PACKING

The Hawk Queen Bed 8:54am

I could write It now

while My Husband is in The Tub —

It’s all set up

in the heart of the USA —

The World’s Largest Slaughter House

when The Aliens decide to eat Us

They could herd Us along

the metal gates

the miles of trucking routes

in packed containers

to The Killing Chambers

where We would slide

down against steel floors

compressed

maybe 50 at a time

and dumped out onto The Cutting Boards

sliced

strung

savored

A SIGN OF SLEEP

The Hawk Queen Bed 8:39pm

The Other Day when I did The Laundry

a spiky caterpillar stuck to the wall

of Our Green Bed Room —

the next time I saw Him

He had crawled to the far wall

with its big windows

and tonight

I see He has wrapped Himself up

where the wall meets the ceiling

in a cozy cocoon

so I can keep an eye

on His Emergence

THE EATING OF UNHAPPINESS

The Hawk Dining Room 9:45am

Last Night I stayed up

with Eliza to watch

a food production documentary

about the over-crowding

of chickens and cows

and pigs herded

into killing chambers

designed by humans to do just that —

having The Life

squeezed out

of half a dozen pigs

at a time —

 I got one hour of sleep

and My Daughter refused

to have coffee with me

AGE APPROPRIATE

The Hawk Front Yard 10:20am

I have a rose bush

planted for a life

of the sibling to My Children

never seen except

encased by an ultra-sound screen

when He/She was declared

too small

and I had to wait a week

WEEK 10

The Hawk Queen Bed 9:11pm

“It’s a shame She has no insight,”

said a psychiatric nurse to My Husband

one of those 23 years

when I was drugged

for the duration

of The Prime of My Life —

well today I have more “insight”

than all the staff and doctors

put together

and I got to have a manicure

in the company of My Daughter

attended by an eager Asian

named Cong Lee

Who asked Me

where We’d been shopping

MY BLACK COAT

The Hawk Queen Bed 8:17am

Once I had a pretty coat —

the last time I wore it was to see

Our Lawyer from The Hyde Inquiry

it was flared with a high-cut waist

and Two Silver Buttons

but I gave it away

years ago

to The Salvation Army

when I got rid of My Black Jesus Clothes —

this morning  I woke with an anxious thought

regretting My Disposal

but My Comforting Husband

tried to reassure Me:

“It was the drugs.”

 

SPIDER WEBS

The Hawk Queen Bed 7:55am

I want to write about the big spider web

wet, I saw this morning

at My Kitchen Window — with a new one

a little one getting sewn write before My Eyes

I watched it until it was finished

and the coffee was ready

and then I looked at the scraggly apple

to see it festooned with more wet webs

and then I looked beyond

to the scrub forest

and saw the dew-laiden trees

each with more than one

enormous galactic web

spreading out through

My Extended View in front

of the early morning sun

wet on the Atlantic Ocean

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 781 other followers