SPELLBOUND
The Hawk Living Room 2:11pm
He’s Got Me Spell-
Bound
By Every Clock
In The House
The Car
My Watch
What Exactly Are We
Waiting For
Or Am I Already In It?
The Hawk Window Seat 12:06pm
The North End of The Cape
is a study in contrasts —
Its Dunes snow-covered, It lies out straight
against The Gradated Blue
of The Hawk Inlet
at full tide
The Hawk Window Seat 11:08am
I have just done an Heroic Deed:
I pushed Dr Blair’s
Old Black Lincoln
out of a snow bank
and on Its Way to work
leaving Me behind
in snow-covered pyjamas
The Hawk Living Room 9:30pm
I’m standing, hovering
above My Mini –
fireplace — My Candle
abra in the center
of My Chinese Coffee Table
I just had to write about
it, here in the dark —
no Other Lights are on
I am writing like a blind woman
Yet I have just had the
satisfaction of eating
a President’s Choice
Decadent Chocolate Chunk
Sandwich Cookie
with My wool-socked feet
up before the
flames
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:20pm
The Fall Of Joanna Gilman Hyde
Has Been My Greatest Climb
I’ve Found The Words I’ve Needed To Use
& Boy I’ve Made Them Chime
note: Death of Mother, Elizabeth Walden Hyde, March 27th, 1993
The Tomato-coloured Couch 10:22pm
In The Evening of My Living Room
I caught the very last glow
of My Little Chinese Tea Light
which, when I looked at It
through the top of My Glasses
provided Me with a visual recount
of The Shower Of Silver Lights
which befell Me
in all Its slashing, flashing
Glory on March 31st, 1993
and Which I have faithfully recalled
to My Mind’s Eye
in the broad light
of every day
since
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:41pm
I’m not trapped by Black
— that’s Black Jesus —
I’ve thrown away all
My Black Clothes
& I’m in Grey now
I still write in books with Black Covers
& The Black Ink comes leaking through
making Me sit up straight
legs crossed
Right Hand
adroitly holding
My Onyx Pen
tipped in Silver
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:22pm
Mrs Blair sits in Her Hawk Living Room
furnished sedately but for
a staircase painted red —
She ponders the significance
of Humanity
and wonders if the music on Coffee House
is telling Her things
She should pay attention to
–
seltzer sits fizzing in Her LIFE Glass
on the glass coffee table
and She’s about to eat
some leftover pasta salad
before contemplating
Her next
3 seconds
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:15pm
Dr Blair’s Wife dressed in grey slacks
dark grey sweater with gold zipper
rings upon Her Fingers
LL Bean upon Her Toes
drove Her nearly new Ford Fusion
to The Little Coastal Store
on Cape Island
to buy six packs of cat treats
for seven cats
two pork chops
two lesser cuts of red meat
to listen to Fatboy Slim’s
on the way
Home
The Hawk Living Room 1:53pm
Dressed in My Robe
of Luminous Silver
with My Little Raspberry Slippers
I am The Lady Of Immense Leisure
and This High Living Room
where I reside in The Sun
is My New Rooftop