Dessert Houses of Yarmouth, Nova Scotia
Century-old house
dishes out bygone era
like a wedding cake
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Century-old house
dishes out bygone era
like a wedding cake
In My Favourite Restaurant
Eye overheard The Waiter
Talking to The Cook:
“How can You have time
for God and Your Wife?”
Eye called out from My Booth:
“What if God and Your Wife
are One and The Same?”
Global awareness
rises like the sun — slowly
with no denying
How stable are We?
As paint dries colour wrinkles
collapses even
Squiggle of Pink Gold
Rose from where Eye expect Sun
“Oh My Word!” World.
I grew up
on the edge of existence
in a place called
The Drowned Forrest
where I stood between
ancient mysteries of passion
and future enlightenment of life
without entanglements
to turn
to behold My House —
My Funny-looking House —
staring down at me
from above the beach
where I walked along the silver sea
Remember when Eye created
The Food Mosaic
on your kitchen table
in Barrington?
You got mad at me
and I said, “You sound old –”
but you took a picture
you didn’t keep
& Eye strew your papers
along the trail
Rivulets of Dawn
drip, run along My Canvas
of morning sky, song
Above Her Title
The Creative Genius Stands
Beyond Her Profanity
Eye have in my possession
the implement of destruction:
the blue and white iron
belonging to My First Husband
wielded by His Former Live-in Girlfriend
a dancer
to whack Him on His Hip
while hot
to leave a permanent scar
of polka dots
and The Man’s Story
of “Bad PMS”
Joanna Gilman Hyde 