Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Month: March, 2013

THE SOCIETY OF CARPENTERS

The Hawk Corner Room 2:58pm

In Our Society of Carpenters

Our Chorus

One Voice Rings Out Above

The Others:

That of Ray

a petite crack-filler/painter

with “Christ Is The Answer”

on the front of His Little Red Truck —

and a handicap plate on the back

He says He was raised in an Ontario Orphanage

He ran away when He was fifteen

and somewhere on the way to Nova Scotia

along with His North Ontario French Accent

He developed The Sunniest of Dispositions

THE UNLEASHED GREAT DANE

The Hawk Corner Room 5:50pm

Olivia sprang from Her Cord

& headed for both neighbours

on one side of the road

& then the other

where She met The Woods

& Her Owner had to take off

in one maroon vehicle

in nebulous pursuit —

She’s not back yet

but I have to get My Supper —

 

AERIAL VIEW

The Hawk Corner Room 5:00pm

I Own The Perfect View:

180 Degrees, Panoramic

Lined With Ocean & Treetops & Sky

Rocky Shore, Extension of Rolling Surf —

It Is My Haven, My Refuge

I Can Sit Before My Aerial View

For Hours

& Not Wish I Were Anywhere Else

 

NOON VIEW

The Hawk Corner Room 11:34am

Today I Saw The Thinnest Line of Birds

Flying North

I Watched Them ‘Till They Vanished

And Lateral Clouds With Single Gulls

Took Over

FIGURE IN GREY

The Hawk Corner Room 6:30pm

“That’s Doctor Blair’s Wife —

were You here when She had the affair

& He got suspended — a whole year —

& She stayed in Shelburne for the beginning

but then They lived in His House

in Barrington

’till it was over — the suspension — They got married

and He got suspended again for six months

& They moved to Her House in Shelburne

for a few years — but She did have

some mental problems

so They bought Joey Atwood’s House

on The Hawk

& She’s been fine”

MY DEAR .4

The Hawk Corner Room 1:53pm

You were incubating within Me

sixteen years ago

and on the anniversary of My Mother’s Death

by fate

You were removed

still screaming

as I hear You now

propelling Me to write out

what You still mean —

Where Are Your Bones?

Did You Have Them?

Are They in The Starry Dust

I See Throughout My House?

And Your Little Heart —

Did You Have One Yet?

Does It Beat When I Hear

My Favourite Songs?

And Your Blood —

The Only Part Of You I’m Sure Of —

It Still Gushes From Me

And Pushes Me Through

MORNING VIEW

The Hawk Corner Room 9:26am

I See The Thinnest of A Silver Line

Along The Piece of Horizon Facing Me

Cloud Banks Are In Linear Formation

Above The Silver

The Ocean

Is A Grey Foundation:

My Foothold To The Structure of The Sky

THE STATUE OF LITERACY

The Hawk West Desk Window 9:44pm

My Third Grade Class Trip

to The Statue of Liberty

involved climbing the interior

circular staircases

up to Her Crown

— or was it Her Arm?

seeing Humans below

looking like ants

as I wrote the next day

from My Changed Perspective

and did I write

that Miss Robley

gave Me a dime

to buy An Orange Popsicle?

SPECTRA

The Hawk Corner Room 5:12pm

I have given up

on Black & Purple

— That Lethal Combination —

even when My Black Cat sits

beside a pair of Purple

UGG Boots by The Kitchen Door

I think of My Art School Satin Lips

& Black Fuzzy Bed

of Purple Phalli

I am no longer interested

in The Symbolism of The Night

of hidden passions

under cover of Darkness

I am in The Sedate

Components

of The Spectrum

I FEEL NORMAL NOW

The Hawk Corner Room 10:37am

Eliza is off to Italy

I’ve washed Her Bedding

& re-made Her Bed

I’m Showered & Changed

into moss green & taupe

eating a piece of Ancient Grain Toast

& drinking a cup of tea

in Eliza’s tidied Corner Room

I may not run into DHW

before He leaves again

but now, for some reason

I don’t really care