Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Month: March, 2015

* 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

THE DEED

The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:25pm

I have emasculated God

in five well-considered

bites

I took Him in & swallowed

hard

& stood My Poise

in front of My Husband

ENDLESS WINTER

The Hawk Queen Bed 9:05am

My purple pyjama-ed knees

are propped

up in Our Bedroom of mild green

— did I say wild?

My Journal upon My Lap

coffee at My Side

& the snow of this endless winter

blows across

My Eyes

MY DRINK

The Hawk Kitchen 1:22pm

When I reach for My Life Glass

I am reaching for My Past

My Future

I am reaching for My Laundry Basket

My Plate of Lunch for My Husband

I am reaching for The Love

of My Life

& I am reaching

for The Fluidity

of My Grace

SNOW LINE

The Hawk Window Seat 8:54am

The Snow serves one purpose —

to delineate the length

of The Cape

along the southwest

view from Our Bedroom

Window

It makes a delicate white line

below the dunes —

a highlight of sand

I might fail to notice

in Summer

 

FAME & FORTUNE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:00pm

One Day My Writing —

My Scrawling Penmanship —

Will Be So Valuable

The General Public Will Scrounge

In Sobey’s Garbage Cans

For My Discarded Shopping Lists

SPRING?

The Hawk Outpost 8:19am

The blinding glare of sun

off the water

lies on this first day of spring

yet We are set, still

inside deep winter

with stars of light

glinting off My ice-covered

deck

MY HUSBAND

The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:05pm

My Husband is

a very brave man

He answers to The Call

of sirens

vessels of the night

loading & unloading

the dead & ailing

He rests by the sides

of widows

& talks with His Blue Eyes

MY NEW JOB

The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:15pm

I drive My Little Ford Fusion

fuelled by McDonald’s decaf

& a steady flow of Joy Division

over sea-side roads

taking Me on office errands

wherein I am one of the fanciers

of Our Provincial Health Care

Loonie*

 

*Canadian equivalent of the dollar