Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Over Peanut Butter Pie

Possibility

of The Devil proffered but

fiercely rejected

RELEGATION

By Timely Construction

There Exists

One Room

in M(eye) House

for The Undernourished

The Devastated

The Sublime —

held in port

for The Outcome

of Disaster

and Love

First Open Window of Spring

Eye went to sleep

with the sound of peepers

and when I woke

the morning’s keepers

sweetly tweeted through

the fog —

For All Existance

Eye Thanked God

Loyalties

M(eye) Estranged Husband

is a Hot Ticket

in His Office

and on the internet —

He’s got one of my closest friends

after Him already

and She’s Age

Appropriate

The Hawk @ Dawn

Eye savoured a crescent

moon of gold

above M(eye) sea

of darkened cold —

the sky was streaked

with auburn red —

above the lights

upon which Eye fed

DIVORCE

I

He used to say:

“I love Your Toes –”

and didn’t know why

so nobody knows

II

He once wrote:

“I love You to distraction –”

It came at a time

when I was a fraction

of My Former Self

at His Behest

when We were installed

as His Daughter’s Guests

III

Her voice rang clear

the morning We left:

“You don’t give a fuck

about your grandchildren — ”

and so goes My Quest

for compensation regarding My Past

twenty years of seclusion by Him —

He Who assured Me

He never would fail

to deliver support

if I fell off The Rail

which I did once or twice

(but not into His Arms)

though I stayed as His Wife

and buttered His Charms

IV

It’s over now —

I’m cutting My Loss

of One Child’s Silence

I am willing to toss

to remain in My Stead

I ask to be free

of The Bonds of This Marriage

strung on The Cross

 

Sun Worshipping

I sat and sat

to catch The Rise

fulfilling My Daily View

Eye turned to let a cat

inside

and beheld

My Sun-struck Pew

“Wifely Persecution”

Three little roof lines

laced along the trees

silhouetted against the seas

adjacent to the skies —

I love to look out

this way to the Eastward

view of My Own —

I wake up here every day

when the dawn presents

Itself to Home

HE LIVES A LIE

The Kiss of Death

Is on his head

And who has placed it there?

A needle pokes

Through his clay locks

To slay his silver hair —

He says to all who dare

To hear

“She is mad l’m afraid –”

To me he says

“No you are fine

And will always be

My Dear”

Eastlink

What did Dr Blair

hope to achieve by holding

me down for so long?