Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Category: marriage

Grief

My !3! Children

R as strong & beautiful

as the flock of Herons

EYE just witnessed landing

on the heights of My Scrub Spruce

horizon

The Jet-setter

My Daughter Eliza

is getting ready

Eye presume

for her trip to Africa —

Tanzania — did Eye spell that right?

for the wedding of a lifetime

and She picked out her own dress

and shoes

oh — and her brother Peak

is going !2!

Good Morning Everybody!

Last night Eye went out

with My Husband’s Girlfriend

and boy is she beautiful!

Her long black hair

is really hair extensions

but she babies her hair —

Her eyes are large

with those famous arching brows

but best of all —

her face shrinks

into itself

at her chin

and Eye am inspired

to sculpt

Her Portrait

Howard Talbot Walden Hyde

Today would have been

My Brother’s 56th birthday —

he died at 45

innocent on a jail house floor —

My Beautiful Brother

conceived in Gabon

when Our Mother was ill

He was born during The Cuban Missile Crisis

and took that to Heart —

It coloured His outlook

of fear

though He was brave at six

when I threw His shiny red fire truck

down the cellar stairs —

He was brave at eleven

when I pushed Him off

the bow of Our Mother’s Molly

and He was brave at seventeen

when I told Him “No”

after he asked, “Don’t you love Me?”

 

He played the clarinet & saxophone

and made up stories about two clowns

named Jane Rane and Rank Raunk

while I pretended in a baby voice

He was “Uncle Howie”

and We played “Mail”

under the bathroom door

 

He followed Me like a shadow

jealous when I first married —

Our Mother had Howard give Me away

 

He built Me up with His Devotion

all the times I was ill after Our Mother died

and I slammed Him down

into the ground of Pine Grove Cemetary

in Shelburne, Nova Scotia

wailing on Our Father’s Shoulder

 

Note:  The ghost of My Dear Brother haunts a part of My House — My Second Husband’s former Library where I installed a memorial to Howard with a painting of poppies the heavy frame of which warped the day I hung it there.

October First

across the flagstone driveway

where Eye would find Fool’s Gold

My Father’s Father Bobby Hyde

constructed a stone play house

to match the stone dwelling He built by hand

named “The House In The Woods”

Remember:  The Play House

was only high enough

for children

and My Mother tole painted the cupboards

on either side of The Children’s Fireplace —

My Parents had a birthday party for Me

there, seated at the table and kids’ benches

built by My Mother’s Father

which She painted too in rich blue

with daisies to match Her Cupboards

“The World Is My Oyster”

and Eye am The Grit —

the contaminant, the irritant

and layer by layer

Eye will come out

Gleaming

End of a Marriage

Dr Blair will you please

claim the life

of Your Dead Computer —

Eye do not want It

Hulking up My Work Table

Eye do not want It

Morning Tea With Cream

Eye wear regal fakery

on My Left Ring Finger —

solid gold

on My Right.

The World will be told

why

some time soon

if the parties involved

feel like it

 

The Cottage

Eye have had My Fill

of wedding rings

& long black hairs

dislodged from corners,

bed & bath

The man is Mine —

if He is a Man —

and I cannot live

the single life

Possession

With This Ring

Eye Thee Wed

Upon My Brother’s Chain

Around My Neck

I Am Thy Slave